It was somethin' 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist Hold up, broke nigga turned rich (Rich), love the game like MitchĪnd if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick? With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemiesĪnd when there’s beef, I turn my enemies to memories Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spotĪnd these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I couldīoy, I slide down on your block (Block), bike on 12 o'clock (Rah)Īnd they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch (Meek Milly)Īnd I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shotsĪnd these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't goodĬatch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up

If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up! I'm like, 'Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?' This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin' We young niggas, we mobbin' (Mobbin'), like Batman and we're robbin' (Whoa) They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin' (Let's go) I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD'sĮvery time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G'sīut now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins (Skrrt) I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast

That Lambo' my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost I’m the type to count a million cash then grind like I’m broke When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented? (Yeah)įlexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinachĭouble M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant Hold up, wait a minute (Minute), y'all thought I was finished? (Whoa) Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga! Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout? Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot

Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garagesĪll foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'Īnything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view It was time to marry the game and I said, 'Yeah, I do' Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists So I had to grind like that to shine like thisĪnd the matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this Hope you are eager to know Dreams and Nightmares lyrics, come lets have a look at the Dreams and Nightmares Song lyrics.Īin't this what they've been waitin' for?

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