Primetime Lyrics

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What you know about a dream nigga

The kinda dreams that'll make a nigga scream in 'em

Hit the wood so hard you cant breathe

Then a mf demon try to drag you underneath

Then you wake up thinking you met your maker

But the only thing you ever wanna make is some paper

The only thing a nigga ever made was a way

And the only thing you niggas gonna make is my day if you stand in my way

I go dumb and i run shit like Forrest Gump

Came up from the bottom way more than once

My mama so proud of her only son I keep going cause i know its more to come

Big ole wood in my session no swisher sweets

Big ole gun on my hip bitch I'm pistol P

All this gold on my neck call me Mr. T

Took some losses to get to the victory

Yeah if lifes a bitch then I'ma motorboat her

I'ma give her hickies when I long stroke her

You ain't never have a pot to piss in I ain't even have nowhere to throw one

I ain't even have nowhere to go I was on an island didn't have an ocean

I was looking for life and couldn't find a person

I was paying the price and still feeling worthless

What you know about a nightmare

Where everything you ever dreamed was sitting right there

And when you woke up from your dream

It was not there wanna fight God but the Gods dont fight fair

You a mortal nigga not immortal nigga

Yeah you god body but you more a nigga

Fix your crown king cause we more than niggas

Thats the moral of the whole story nigga

This what we doin the town yeah bro

My niggas traded bandanas for a crown yeah bro

Money blue jewelry gold skin bro yeah bro

Big ole ass in the air head down yeah hoe

Yeah hoe let a nigga see sumn make a nigga think its gon be sumn

Every shot I take worth three points you ain't met another nigga like me once

This shit I been smoking look neon it's enough in this wood to roll three blunts

You ain't cool enough boy you need freon it's prime time and I'm Deion