Dreams Lyrics

Had dreams I would make it out the hood like you

Bad bitch whip mansion in the woods like you

Make something outta anything I could like you

Shit I'm made of half bad half good like you

I don't go to GOD innocent a crook like you

So dont get to estimating what He will not do

Cus I'm just like you nigga

Benz no roof woof my dawg got 1 2

Poppin big kernel back 2 back fall on thru

19 had a choppa and sauldoff too

10 yrs later touched a qtr on the Waldorf too

3 car garage all the cars parked outside it

Im w growers not showers hit the south n supply it

Imma moment imma riot imma group

I could kiss you w a lie but rather slap you w some truth

I got sticks I got moves

And my vision clear my chick a queer she do hair and she punching like a engineer a mil a yr

Movin out my boppy house to make sum of myself

Got the realest niggas round me I don't need nobody else

Guns from Russia Pills from Kentucky

Bitches from France sellin they pussy in turkey

If they don't make enough my other bitch fire em for me

I'm not leaving the city so just wire me the money

Had dreams I would make it out the hood like you

Bad bitch whip mansion in the woods like you

Make something outta anything I could like you

Shit I'm made of half bad half good like you

I don't go to GOD innocent a crook like you

So don't get to estimating what He will not do

Cus I'm just like you nigga

Could be in somebody opp hood committing murders

Coulda been on blues stealing caddilic converters

Coulda been a hater but I'm greater w my purpose

Window of opportunity dun opened n now it's curtains

Feed The Shooters addys when they pointin it's precise

Get on point bout ya shit or that's ya life

I take the bad w the elite

I take the Bitter with yo sweets

I take the tricks w all the treats

I take valleys w my peaks

It been me gmk n 4.0

Shellz teek Ro Reg Nino rookie snow

They say the lie walkin round in the truths clothes

Shit the truth still the truth it's just the naked truth tho

Broke ass trapper must be sellin money too

Ain't no slaves in my fridge it look like 1942

Turn 1 into 2 2 into 22

I'll come clean Imma muthafuckin hustler who are you

shame the devil tell the truth I

Had dreams I would make it out the hood like you

Bad bitch whip mansion in the woods like you

Make something outta anything I could like you

Shit I'm made of half bad half good like you

I don't go to GOD innocent, a crook like you

So don't get to estimating what He will not do

Cus I'm just like you nigga