Dreams OG

Baby, what you tryna be
I be overseas, feel like this shit is a market way we turn into a flea
It ain't making any sense, this shit ain't seeming how it seem
Way back then was on the bench and now I'm balling with my team

Like I'm tryna follow dreams
And I don't care about the bitches I seen
Yeah, I sip on the sprite with the candy and lean
Yeah, sko gon rap on this bitch, how he does

You he fuck on the beat, you know it's my cous-
Yeah, I'm tryna get racks, I'm tryna get up
I pull up on here with a choppa, he bluff
But we cook on the finny, a hundred above

Yeah, I'm already steady, I'm fucking it up
I don't care what the bitches they seen
If the boy wanna talk, then I'm bringing the beam
When I'm fucking that bitch, I make the hoe scream

When I spit on the beat, I be making the steam
I'm tryna figure out what's life means
I'm with a bitch and I'm doing my deed
Bitches be talking all behind the screens

Getting this money ain't even 16
Only 16, I got big dreams
I'm in the Rari, swerving fast, I'm serving dope fiends
Like you don't know me, I'm in the stolley

We going fast, we never crash, I'm on with broski
Baby, what you tryna be
I be overseas
Feel like this shit is a market where we turn into a flea

It ain't making any sense, this shit ain't seeming how it seem
Way back then was on a bench and now I'm balling with my team
Like I'm tryna follow dreams
I be overseas
Feel like this shit is a market way we turn into a flea
It ain't making any sense, this shit ain't seeming how it seem

Way back then was on a bench and now I'm balling with my team
Like I'm tryna follow dreams
Put a chopper in my hand and that boy end up on Fox News
Boy mad cause he can't sell shit on iTunes

Put a J up in my hand and we gon' make fumes
Put a mic up in my hand and we gon' make tunes
Run up to shawty place just popped two
Run up on gang, me and J gon' pop you

We gon' spin it back and we gon' take your top two
I'm just a youngin' getting cash, I'm in the mob too

We gonna make tunes, I'm floating like a balloon
Don't give a fuck who said I could never trust you
Like baby girl, I don't know if I could love you
Life living lavish and I know if it were lust too

Baby, what you tryna be
I be overseas, feel like this shit is a market way we turn into a flea
It ain't making any sense, this shit ain't seeming how it seem
Way back then was on the bench and now I'm balling with my team

Like I'm tryna follow dreams
I be overseas, feel like this shit is a market way we turn into a flea
It ain't making any sense, this shit ain't seeming how it seem
Way back then was on the bench and now I'm balling with my team

Like I'm tryna follow dreams



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Writer(s): Nadim Buchahim
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