DREAMS
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lil Tweak
I gotta chase my dream and this is shit like a process (CorMill these niggas sound crazy)
I been waiting on my dream, it's like a process
I been in my feelings, my homie tell me that I got next
Ain't been in the hood, I've been dolo with the squad-less
Gotta make it out the trenches, I know they want some progress, yeah
She want Lil Tweak cause I'm handsome
All these niggas hating on me cause I got my bands up
Bitch she suck my dick, she wanna fuck me all on camera
All my niggas killers, know a couple that be scamming
I'm just thinking why they switched on me
You claim we gang, you said we brothers but we ain't shit homie
I know a lotta niggas think they gone shit on me
Yeah, yeah why they think they gone shit on me
Yeah I been in my feelings, I been in my bag
They took bro-happiness don't ever last
Yeah, yeah
Don't ever last yeah, yeah but twin I got your back
Sneak dissing on the gang will get you killed
I came up from these trenches, they don't know how I feel
In the cell stressing, I was staring at the ceil'
I know they want me dead so I'mma tell em how I feel
I been waiting on my dream, it's like a process
I been in my feelings, my homie tell me that I got next
I ain't been in the hood
I've been dolo with the squad-less
Gotta make it out the trenches, I know they want some progress (Awe-huh)
Yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, yeah, (Awe-huhhh)
This shit is like a process (Process)
Like a process, yeah, yeah
Awwe-huhhh
I been waiting on my dream, it's like a process (I been waiting on my dream)
My homie told me that I got next
Yeah, yeah (Lil Tweak)
Aye
Aye, I been waiting on my dream it's like a process
Gotta stay focused on the money, fuck the nonsense
Did it with a good heart, gotta clear conscious
Stayed independent, I remember eating ramen
Did that from the mud
Then we hit the club
Everybody ain't real, fake niggas showing love
Everybody play tough, I don't wanna speak on it
Ion want your mixtape, breakin' up the weed on it
That's some trill shit (trill shit) aye
Baby how you feel, shit
This shit make me wanna go and drill shit
Pills got my body numb, I can't feel shit
They label me a bad boy like I'm Will Smith (Yeah, yeah)
Just know we getting paid up
My niggas gone, wishin' I could dig the grave up
Just know this music shit really saved us
Went against the odds, they can't break us
Yeah, you can't break us, yeah
Lil Tweak
I gotta chase my dream and this is shit like a process (CorMill these niggas sound crazy)
I been waiting on my dream, it's like a process
I been in my feelings, my homie tell me that I got next
Ain't been in the hood, I've been dolo with the squad-less
Gotta make it out the trenches, I know they want some progress, yeah
She want Lil Tweak cause I'm handsome
All these niggas hating on me cause I got my bands up
Bitch she suck my dick, she wanna fuck me all on camera
All my niggas killers, know a couple that be scamming
I'm just thinking why they switched on me
You claim we gang, you said we brothers but we ain't shit homie
I know a lotta niggas think they gone shit on me
Yeah, yeah why they think they gone shit on me
Yeah I been in my feelings, I been in my bag
They took bro-happiness don't ever last
Yeah, yeah
Don't ever last yeah, yeah but twin I got your back
Sneak dissing on the gang will get you killed
I came up from these trenches, they don't know how I feel
In the cell stressing, I was staring at the ceil'
I know they want me dead so I'mma tell em how I feel
I been waiting on my dream, it's like a process
I been in my feelings, my homie tell me that I got next
I ain't been in the hood
I've been dolo with the squad-less
Gotta make it out the trenches, I know they want some progress (Awe-huh)
Yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, yeah, (Awe-huhhh)
This shit is like a process (Process)
Like a process, yeah, yeah
Awwe-huhhh
I been waiting on my dream, it's like a process (I been waiting on my dream)
My homie told me that I got next
Yeah, yeah (Lil Tweak)
Aye
Aye, I been waiting on my dream it's like a process
Gotta stay focused on the money, fuck the nonsense
Did it with a good heart, gotta clear conscious
Stayed independent, I remember eating ramen
Did that from the mud
Then we hit the club
Everybody ain't real, fake niggas showing love
Everybody play tough, I don't wanna speak on it
Ion want your mixtape, breakin' up the weed on it
That's some trill shit (trill shit) aye
Baby how you feel, shit
This shit make me wanna go and drill shit
Pills got my body numb, I can't feel shit
They label me a bad boy like I'm Will Smith (Yeah, yeah)
Just know we getting paid up
My niggas gone, wishin' I could dig the grave up
Just know this music shit really saved us
Went against the odds, they can't break us
Yeah, you can't break us, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Raudo Ashley
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