Lyrics:
Ima get money by any means
I was just broke now I'm living dreams
I was used to the L's not the winning team
If a nigga want smoke then i clear
I heard her drawl, southern drawl
Then I heard my dream was back downstream cavortin' in Davenport
And I followed you, Big River, when she called
kings with a dream
Sellin that d
Tall-t jabo jeans, gas tank on E
Its some money by the store
You know a king gone eAT
Bad bitch caught my eye
But she
tears streaming
It's like all her dreams were coming true
She had a lot of big plans, yeah, oh so many
Wanted to sing for the world, play for each
feelings)
I was consumed by all this stress and now I'm staying big chillin' (staying big chillin')
P-people come and go, I can't get worried when they leave
Living life in the hood man you gotta
(Damn Uncle Sam this yo beat)
You gotta learn to sell dreams
Or you gotta learn to sell weed
Or you gotta do
knockin' on every door closed
I thought by now I would've made it
But it's a dream of a lifetime
I think it might take a minute
They said "He's got
these ego dreams, like fever dreams
I'm on the covers of these magazines, I'm loaded
Inflated by my self esteem and bloated
I know I seem devoted, by
Sweet dreams you get sent right to bed
We do the stepping you Hurd what I said
Big knocka I'm clutching my chrome
All of this pain I was always alone
trying to be
Free from this curse, freed By a verse stained
By man's Wickedness
Live by your Words, shame!
Forsake me, friend and You're a done dane
Too
I'mma tell you, I'mma tell you this right now
If you, if you woke up this mornin', nigga you winnin' for real
I got a big amount, I took
knows he's gonna need his lady
He'll be back
When his boys say he must be crazy
He'll be back
He'll know he made a big mistake
He'll be back (he'll
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
Guess it's just the big city blues
Someday I'll find me the dream that I'm after
I'll know her with only a glance
She'll make me smile
And she'll
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
a principle
something I lived for
dying before my time
feel the shadows of depth
Trying to fulfill all my dreams before I reach my death
came to grips
by few
We pay big money to the ones that do
The christian militia, they give us big knowledge
But the pentagon messed up and wouldn't acknowledge
Yeah, we dream widescreen but we're still out of focus
Sure we know it's just show biz
Still seems to surprise us
When they hook us by the mouth
prayin
Good kush Afghan, Big dreams Big plans
Big beams big bands, yeah we takin off like a rocket
Always keep a stick man, youll never catch him boxin
you feeling proud
The brown, they stick together, all for one, one for all
The click, they linked sicc, yelling out, phucc the law
This a big change,
call me Vegas
I just... WANT A... BAD BITCH
To make me grits
Wrist so lit
Windows down gotta bump that nip
Other guys do it by not like this... trick ahh
I just want Jose Luis money
Big Vic Money
That Titon money all surrounded by the honey's
Want Domencio Money
Black Jus Money
Boy George money you
and let them dream on
Big boy sauce I told my niggas drip on
I can step fly don't you see me with the drip on
Benz came AMG know I got the kit on
Racks by
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