I Had Dreams
(Big gas)
(Hi, Paulie)
NLS
Make a bad bitch do whatever I say
Send her to the store not for funions, but to cop weight
Thuggin to the core if they tail her issa cop chase
Treat her like a whore after fucking get up out my face
Coming out the Roc you know we scheming and eat hot plates
Telly bathroom steaming this a hotbox this is not safe
Fucking with the baddies on the campus then we got maced
Hol on, Holan, turn up, turn up, turn up, yea
Kicking knowledge, let me spit a couple facts
When you hopping off the porch it's gon be cameras wear a mask (Careful)
If you balling playing sports, look for the dub don't catch a flag (Woah)
If you walking with ya torch then blow ya smoke when they want gas (Glah)
If you stepping or you flexing stay on go and rep ya flag (Facts)
Can't be folding with commotion, stay in motion when they lag (Yeahh)
Don't be bogus sitting hoping go and get up off ya ass (Nah)
Don't be be cuffin shit just poke it she gon do you like ya last (Damn)
She on the gram tryna flex but she wan give me neck (Bitch you cap)
I be splashing shit like Steph my mans too he Seth (Splash)
We started with a couple grams we on to P's next
Put shit up for uncle Sam so I still get a check
I got dreams all I wanna do is reach em (Yea)
Can't leave my people starving all I wanna do is feed em (Na)
How you get a bag and tell ya people you don't need em (Crazy)
Ima get get a bag and show you niggas how to treat it
I had dreams of a dollar bill (Yeahh)
Down on my ass (Down on my ass) only had a couple cents
Now I got a name she gon do it for no sense
And I'm screaming fuck the fame (Fuck the fame) I'm just doing it to get rich
I got dreams of a hunnid mil (Ima get it)
Ima hustle til I get it, you ain't wit it keep ya distance (Uh)
Everything could go don't care if its bagged, get it missing (Gone)
Im too focus went from starting out in last now im winning. (Yeah)
I had dreams of a record deal (Ion need it)
Ima make my own way give a damn bout what they say
Pasta with the steak but only gang could get a plate
And I promise to be great I'm doing everything it take (Promise)
They let me in now they wishing that they didn't
But im pefect for the story every hero need a villain
Lord forgive me got a record for these verses I been killing
Double decker, what I call the pack we stuff it for appearance (It look nice)
In the yo, checked the time and it said demon
Getting fried spitting rhymes bitch we loaded (Cough) (Cough) for the weekend
Why you cappin telling lies you was begging for the semen
So I nutted in ya eyes and hit the door while you was sleeping (Gone)
Speak on my name and get a fine you should know that
Can't bless you with a chain you wasn't present in my throwbacks
If I'm jammed up I could give it to her like hold that
I'm really banned up but ion like to flash can't show that
Niggas posting pics It's looking perfect for a lick (It's lit)
Ain't greedy for no bucket I know how to make assist
It's whatever on the menu we know how to make a dish
If we coming to ya venue then we bound to get it lit (Gang)
I had dreams of a dollar bill
Down on my ass only had a couple cent
Now I got a name she gone do it for no sense
And I'm screaming fuck the fame I'm just doing this to get rich
(Hi, Paulie)
NLS
Make a bad bitch do whatever I say
Send her to the store not for funions, but to cop weight
Thuggin to the core if they tail her issa cop chase
Treat her like a whore after fucking get up out my face
Coming out the Roc you know we scheming and eat hot plates
Telly bathroom steaming this a hotbox this is not safe
Fucking with the baddies on the campus then we got maced
Hol on, Holan, turn up, turn up, turn up, yea
Kicking knowledge, let me spit a couple facts
When you hopping off the porch it's gon be cameras wear a mask (Careful)
If you balling playing sports, look for the dub don't catch a flag (Woah)
If you walking with ya torch then blow ya smoke when they want gas (Glah)
If you stepping or you flexing stay on go and rep ya flag (Facts)
Can't be folding with commotion, stay in motion when they lag (Yeahh)
Don't be bogus sitting hoping go and get up off ya ass (Nah)
Don't be be cuffin shit just poke it she gon do you like ya last (Damn)
She on the gram tryna flex but she wan give me neck (Bitch you cap)
I be splashing shit like Steph my mans too he Seth (Splash)
We started with a couple grams we on to P's next
Put shit up for uncle Sam so I still get a check
I got dreams all I wanna do is reach em (Yea)
Can't leave my people starving all I wanna do is feed em (Na)
How you get a bag and tell ya people you don't need em (Crazy)
Ima get get a bag and show you niggas how to treat it
I had dreams of a dollar bill (Yeahh)
Down on my ass (Down on my ass) only had a couple cents
Now I got a name she gon do it for no sense
And I'm screaming fuck the fame (Fuck the fame) I'm just doing it to get rich
I got dreams of a hunnid mil (Ima get it)
Ima hustle til I get it, you ain't wit it keep ya distance (Uh)
Everything could go don't care if its bagged, get it missing (Gone)
Im too focus went from starting out in last now im winning. (Yeah)
I had dreams of a record deal (Ion need it)
Ima make my own way give a damn bout what they say
Pasta with the steak but only gang could get a plate
And I promise to be great I'm doing everything it take (Promise)
They let me in now they wishing that they didn't
But im pefect for the story every hero need a villain
Lord forgive me got a record for these verses I been killing
Double decker, what I call the pack we stuff it for appearance (It look nice)
In the yo, checked the time and it said demon
Getting fried spitting rhymes bitch we loaded (Cough) (Cough) for the weekend
Why you cappin telling lies you was begging for the semen
So I nutted in ya eyes and hit the door while you was sleeping (Gone)
Speak on my name and get a fine you should know that
Can't bless you with a chain you wasn't present in my throwbacks
If I'm jammed up I could give it to her like hold that
I'm really banned up but ion like to flash can't show that
Niggas posting pics It's looking perfect for a lick (It's lit)
Ain't greedy for no bucket I know how to make assist
It's whatever on the menu we know how to make a dish
If we coming to ya venue then we bound to get it lit (Gang)
I had dreams of a dollar bill
Down on my ass only had a couple cent
Now I got a name she gone do it for no sense
And I'm screaming fuck the fame I'm just doing this to get rich
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Writer(s): Jordan Erskine
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