DREAM

I was never meant for dis
It was meant for me

DG

I could see it all before it was a dream
No lights no crib no cream
(Nada)
Totin on da glock wit da beam
Plans to make him drop like her jeans
(Ha)
He talkin all hot he ain't mean
(Not at all)
I'm fuckin on his thot she a feen
(Deep)
She call for DaGod like a Priest
Dats when DaGod make her drop to her knees
(She pleading)

Hate when niggas think dey in da field
Jus cause dey got a nigga killed
If it ain't bout shit you ain't real
(Shutup)
If it's strictly bout a bitch you'll squeal
(Pussy)
I get busy whenever no seals
But sometimes I like to pop dat pill
He went to robbin cause he got no deal
Trust me I know how it feels

Ion care if I'm talkin to all da ops in da section
(Listen up)
Hands on dey bitch glock point all directions
Settle down kid get rich learn ya lessons
(Move back)
Pussy ass niggas worry bout niggas instead of blessings
Livin like a slave no need to say dey stressing
But dis ain't dat time could be livin like a Jetson
Hands on da wheel while you parked ova depression
Dis big body bag catch everyone attention

I'm thinking bout it
Like
I'm really really thinking bout it
Can't even pretend
Niggas out here killin wit no intent
No morals
No principle
Dey ain't invincible
Matter fact dey miserable
When God put me in Hell I'll visit you
(Ha Ha)

I seen it all before it was a dream
No lights no crib no cream
Totin on da glock wit da beam
Plans to make him drop like her jeans
He talkin all hot he ain't mean
I'm fuckin on his thot she a feen
(Ah Ah)
She call for DaGod like a Priest
Dats when DaGod make her drop to her knees

Uh
I just get a bag like I lift it
Big blue racks hold weight like a gymnast
(Uh)
Den you know I had to flip it
Motion made it stretch even more den da olympics
(Uh)
Ya shorty wanna listen
She touchin on her body all ova ya kitchen
(Uh)
I just stuck to da vision
I'm flyin by fast could ova ya district

Now dey talkin bout who is he
(Who is dat nigga?)
Step in my presence you get blessed nun new to me
(Uh)
You wanna shine and take sum jewelry?
Broke ass nigga you'll get dimmed for da foolery
R.I.P Pop N Rock
Dis a new sound I call it "Cop Ya Glock"
(Huh)
For you I let off da shots
(Gra Gra Gra Gra Gra)
Won't eva stop

Hate when niggas think dey in da field
Jus cause dey got a nigga killed
(Stoopid)
If it ain't bout shit you ain't real
If it's strictly bout a bitch you'll squeal
(Squeak)
I get busy whenever no seals
But sometimes I like to pop dat pill
He went to robbin cause he got no deal
Trust me I know how it feels

I do



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Goderich
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