Dreams

I cant feed into BS I'm counting paper aye
I'm that nigga when I step up on the scene
They just hating I stay fresh like Listerine
I ain't worried bout em cause I'm grinding for my team
Ou aye
Know them choppers come with beams
Like a magic trick I guess this shit not what it seems
Get in my feelings pour a 4 right of the lean
Had to cut em off because I'm chasing all my dreams

Had to cut my Day 1 off cause he start folding up
It seem like everyday that loyalty started closing up
And now this bankroll in my pocket it ain't folding up
Free all my niggas doing time I know they holding up

I ain't talking DMV Im talking real crimes
Been some years since they hugged the fam Im talking real time
How the hell you claim you real and you snitched on them lines
Gotta stay on my ten toes no I can't drop a dime

Sometimes I kick it by myself them vibes be peaceful aye
I cant trust that many cause they see-through
When I jump right on these tracks my flow be lethal
No man above another treat each other equal

I cant feed into BS I'm counting paper aye
I'm that nigga when I step up on the scene
They just hating I stay fresh like Listerine
I ain't worried bout em cause I'm grinding for my team
Ou aye
Know them choppers come with beams
Like a magic trick I guess this shit not what it seems
Get in my feelings pour a 4 right of the lean
Had to cut em off because I'm chasing all my dreams

Just like that



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan David Aherne, Tobias James Dundas, Abby Mandagi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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