Lyrics:
where the neighborhood dealers work
To walkin' by the corner where my childhood friend was merked
Shit aint what it seems, read between the seams
Yo ideas
All you ever wanted was a friend
All you ever wanted was the fucking pain to end
I just had a dream of you again
Telling me I’m someone you forgive
Hey let me tell you something
Dreams written down with a date becomes a goal
Goals broken down into steps becomes a plan
Plans followed by your
Woke up this morning feeling mad
Coz of the noise out side and this dream I had
I'd been hitting it hard the night before
So my head was still fuzz
packed
They had fat asses wall to wall and back to back
Imagine that, it was a hell of a scene
Either that or it was a hell of a dream, ya heard me
They
riches
I was nothing at all
A fat little brownie boy
Only bound to bedroom floors
New best friends in every toy
Bruises on my cheek
Hidden by glare
and there
Still cannot read people
But then you sent me a heart, and I knew then, it was a reciprocated feeling
Took you to a play, didn't have the confidence
grinding
I seen my dreams running nigga so I grabbed em by the hips
I was chasing I was stumbling I was trying not to slip
Got my bread up off of zips, made
to everything we made
But she was like a slave, to the passion that I give
Only difference is she’s happy when I’m pullin’ out the whip
Yup
I hate it when she
to change the game
A poor nigga with a dream was my only claim
But I see niggas respecting it and I knew that shit
Old hoes accepting it and I knew that shit
not you, no
Bitter dreams of one day leading the pack
The nightmare would be by the order of nature To be placed in the back
Yeah it's bitter dreams
Had to get up
Just to get out
See I was on this mission racing crowded by this vein distortion
That if I showed these kids I made it surrounded by this
all live in,
Content with being blinded by rules and judgment.
We live in a world where it's more okay to follow than to lead.
In this world being
dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for
Game, you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these
*** knowin' damn well they gon' call me?
The only dream of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it
Imagine the scenes
c young black boy with a dream
cnd he's just trying to achieve
He don't know how but he's working it out
Cause it's keeping
From the moment I rose from the ground
I'm tryna chase for the money
It was supposed to make me hungry
Make sure it don't trade for my dream
you I'm singing
I'm on the move
Bumping my tunes
It was something solid I was dancing to the groove
I'm on the way and you can tell by how I move
It's
bridges
I was all on for the image
I was turned up by the feeling
We was on par, damage dealing
By the game six, got it feeling
Take it to the grave take it
nigga just tryna get by
So no words they can see in my eyes
Put his flame out, he thought he was fire
Gotta wave when I shoot, it's goodbye (let's ride)
out
By making bold moves as y'all watched through the screen
I been waiting for this day
Since 2013
I been learning how to play
And It's only been 4
What happens to a dream deferred
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun
Or fester like a sore, and then run
Does it stink like rotten meat
Or crust
the streets
Yea, I'm only in it for the B.A.G'z
Let's get shortly acquainted
Occupation ain't never been short of nuthin but Dreams in the making
And in this
You trip my alarm with your sway and your charm
I live 4 only you
I was made 4 you.
cnd I try to keep it secret, but it's true.
This is how I was
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