10/29/2022 0 Comments Dreams and nightmares instrumentalsThat 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
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