Lyrics:
dream
Caution this hot dont get burned by the steam
Do it like joe and make sure you lean
Nice individual but love to be mean
Insane the brain was
black, a thug bustin' my mack
I know if I was white I wouldn't like that
Or love my gat or play the clubs where the dubs at
But truthfully you could be
I talk about the here and now I'm hopin to break these spells
[Raw J]
The moon and sun could neither reach my birthplace
My mother held me in
a weirdo ass Nigga commented on our shit
Fuck out of here
God Money Shit
It gets deeper by the dollar bill
More grinding and right timing
My life so real
love all over even though it ain't true
Hard to be open when you were always lied to
Stay in my dreams that's an album for you
Now that I think about it
Ya'll call everybody a rockstar
Until a real rock star walk in the room
It ain't about arrogance Or loud talk
It's about How you choose to move
nap
I was gone call back
Hell you always think I'm where some broads at
But it's you I'm thinking about girl where that mouth at,
Bring that face here
critically and salute me I'm superior
Lot of rappers talk about the money that they never make
And I ain't say I'm ballin' but I'm loaded cause I'm makin'
real no more
We could probably take a break from The friend and the tense energy
By giving love a chance with our
Whole heart
Big smoker stay whipping
the game, she ain't treating us right
I ain't really the one but I cherish her life
I blame the change on us, the same must go for me
Our love is deep but I
mouth, get something to talk about
'Cause a nigga'll slap your track out bitch, you know I'm saying
Hoe ass niggaz, trying to ride red niggaz know Ike
about the past
At 11PM on our way to hit the club, no matter what
One of the boys wanted a bottle of water give me the biggest one you have
I met
what you saying long as the flow tight
Talk about a girl and drugs if your not the boast type
Do it for the bag hit the club it's a toast night
Hold
up the club
Ain't nobody ever taught em love
Get the guts then it's all a dub
See the cycle what it really does
How the Momma stay stressed
How
that love this gangsta shit.
You knew we wouldn't disappoint y'all.
Every hood, every project.
This from New Orleans one of the realest cities on Earth.
We used to ride inside the city with the lights
Smoke a blunt or two we conversate and share about our life
I would love to hear your stories you was
gone
Don't even gimme no hug
From all the shit you was on
Don't even talk about shit
To reminisce
Cuz you gon try to bring up some feelings
That don't
you love it huh
Sick and tired of fighting when we could just chill
You drinking too much and talk how you feel, you running the clubs
I cannot
I'ma spend it
I don't need new clothes just property with tenants
And I don't know no jokes, and I'm not about no play
Love for all my folks who poor in
with a black girls voice
But I love being black, a thug bustin my mack
I know if I was white I wouldn't like that
Or love my gat, or play the clubs
We all wanna be the one they wanna talk about
Money and the problems I could live without
All I ever was chasing was a check
Even if I break the bank
Or love my gat, or play the clubs where the dubs at
But truthfully you could be blue to me
As long as your cream is green that beautifully
Exclusively,
her last nut ugh I'm tryna get my racks up
They pocket watching back up real talk real ones don't judge
Shades dark in the club nikka so what still
[Lady Luck]
Uhh, what
Lady Luck
Def Jam
Shutting the game down from the whip
To the tunnel
You in da club
Yo
Bang this
What ya'll gonna do when we
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