Dreams and Nightmares

Album: Dreams & Nightmares (2012)
  • Ain't this what they've been waiting for?
    You ready?

    I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
    So I had to grind like that to shine like this
    In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit
    In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
    See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
    It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
    If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
    Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, "Achoo"
    Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
    I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between
    Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted
    They love me when I was stuck and hated when I was departed
    I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist
    No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garage
    Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
    Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
    I did it without an album
    I did shit with Mariah
    Lil' nigga I'm on fire
    Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-er
    When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
    Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
    Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
    Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
    You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
    Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
    I don't say a word, I don't say a word
    Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
    Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
    When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
    Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
    Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
    I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
    That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my Ghost
    I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toes
    'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
    'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk
    These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
    You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
    'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
    All I know is murder, when it comes to me
    I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' B's
    I done did the DOAs I done did the KODs
    Every time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
    Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding down on Collins
    They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin'
    We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin
    This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
    I'm that real nigga what up, real nigga what up
    If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up
    If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up
    When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
    Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
    With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
    Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
    And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga they watch
    And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still calling them shots
    And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
    I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
    The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
    And these niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me
    Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
    They gon' remember me, I say remember me
    So much money have ya friends turn into enemies
    And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories
    With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
    Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch
    And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
    It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
    Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
    I'm gone Writer/s: Maurice Jordan, Jermaine Anthony Preyan, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Anthony Tucker
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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