dreamchasers

The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
That's on a mix I was looking at you
Up and away I was making a move
But I still get sus when I entered the room
Why you haunting me
Why you taunting me
I'm the realest and illest I walk with authority
What you want from me
I'm not broke I'm not rich
But you get what you want from me
What you talking b
Gave you love 98 and I gave you the best of me
One gelato please
Are we rocking these
With a gun on ma hip can you ride wit me
Touch my heart you bleed
Fell apart from the start when you saw me cheap
Fuck ya 30 piece
Huh
You pull a blade from the bag
Stab a nigga in the back
Found a way to get me back
You did it again you do it like that
I move it again I'm moving too fast
That just gon take all ma energy
All the love was a game you the enemy
At the end of the day you just stressing me
Finna get calls in the morning
Only when the money straight callin
I don't want heartbreak
I don't need that pain
I just wanna pay bills by talkin
Finna stay up still balling
New baby with a new AP
I don need no ex recording
Two shot to your body stay fallin
Shot to your body stay fallin
Down on the ground who you callin
Well it can't be me cuz you let me bleed
When you called it off that morning
Sweet juice bitterness pouring
Sweet juice bitter shit pour it
You called it off that morning
New b got the c stop calling

(AP)
Tell that nigga he be tripping
Boy he fuck with me and he doing the sneak dissing
When I take my shot you gon end up being a victim
I done smoke my opps and I'm rolling with my misses
Dreamchasers on the road chase ambitions
When I talk you oh boy you better listen
I done hold my 30 while I'm up in the bliss
Pouring up a shot and you know we getting lit

Pouring up a cup, nigga talk too much
What the hell
Going up a notch, took him to the block
Ooh farewell
Took so many shots, with my .35
You can tell
Bitch you rather not
Grandma cooking up, in the trap, you can smell
Party in the club, got some weed in my cells
Lil boy don't go so soft when you up with clientele
Free my homie yeah they done lock him in the cell
I got weed and it running through my veins tell me is it ok
Tell me please all the perkies that I popped in my brain
Ecstasy that I took like last week gave me chills
I don't need no sorry remedy for my soul
I got weed and it running through my veins tell me is it ok
Tell me please all the perkies that I popped in my brain
Ecstasy that I took like last week gave me chills
I don't need no sorry remedy for my soul

Tell that nigga he be tripping
Boy he fuck with me and he doing the sneak dissing
When I take my shot you gon end up being a victim
I done smoke my opps and I'm rolling with my misses
Dreamchasers on the road chase ambitions
When I talk you oh boy you better listen
I done hold my 30 while I'm up in the bliss
Pouring up a shot and you know we getting lit

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Writer(s): Henry Johnson
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