Bruh's Dream

Runnin after six
And I dunno what I did
Headed back to the crib
Just to make sumn that'll fit
Y'all gotta get off my dick
In a song or an ep bro
What's the deal bro
We dont fuck w no hoe
Get the bag bro
What they told me tho
Fuck what you heard bro
We keep it on the low low

Nah but for real tho
Yall cant equal to pio
I put all my energy to this shit
You put all your energy to bullshit
Girls, drugs money I don't fall for that shit
Just sayin no tea and no shade
They gon remember my name
They gon forget yours
How's it feel to put me through bullshit but I came out smilin
How's it feel to be so toxic I hope seeing my success kills you in the inside

Way too personal
We ain't on the same level tho
Me and my three
Me and my three friends comin up for real
We are the new e-r-a
And we did it our own way
We don't need new friends there's no space
We gon be on top
Chillin w the same ogs
That's the bruh's dream
Learned it the hard way
The same people cool w you
Be the same people plottin
Same people mourning your death
Be the same people that watched it
Been rapping since I was eleven
Never did it for the fans
Always did it for myself
I don't really need friends
I already got myself
I already got my dawgs
And I already got my bruhs
I member getting jumped

I had no one not even my crew
Dodging people that wanted me dead in school
Half yall don't understand what I've been through
You wanna see my world you wanna step into my shoes
You wanna say you know my shit but you really don't
Friends turned into jealous assholes
I'm doing better so it's cool tho
But I see them calling up phone now
Ion got time I'm busy now
I'm cool w every muhfucka
But we don't fw your energy
I don't talk to any muhfucka
If I hit up its business
I'm cool w every muhfucka
But we don't fw your energy
I don't talk to any muhfucka
If I hit up its business
You feel?

Runnin after six
And I dunno what I did
Headed back to the crib
Just to make sumn that'll fit
Yall gotta get off my dick
In a song or an ep bro
What's the deal bro
We dont fuck w no hoe
Get the bag bro
What they told me tho
Fuck what you heard bro
We keep it on the low low

I don't wanna talk to friends
I'm too busy
Writing songs till the end
I know yall miss me
And I'm countin up the check
I know yall regret leaving me
I know you saw me in Quezon city
And I did all of this before turning 16
Promise I'm finna pop when I turn 17
I know yall doubting me
Sleeping on the kid man the audacity
Yall gotta see me make it come true
I'm talking about the bruh's dream
And I did all of this before turning 16
You dig?