Intro (Dreams and Nightmares Remix)

Duration

3:53

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

I had dreams that a nigga could make it big So I can repay my parents for raisin 3 kids From the streets of Newark where many don't make it alive Swimming pools full of liquor and everybody wanna dive The little engine that could, yea I'm back on track Imma need a chiropractor after I put the city on my back From middle to high school, now I'm up in college Lactose tolerant I just want that cottage Cheese, but what's the point if they dont get the picture I want a piece of that American pie, Matt stiffler Words like bullets you don't want me to pull the trigger Buried in hate dug out of love by a gold digger Nah I'm kidding I'll never give a girl that chance Maybe there's a girl who's not after your finance but I won't chase love cuz I can't bank on that especially when my options are these hoes and hoodrats A real g in the building, y'all in the backyard Imma king no matter how you shuffle the cards Start from the bottom, but my goals are up in the skies So Like Nikes in the air, you better check my rise I'm just being upfront, it don't get much realer Real recognize real and You look unfamiliar Never associate with those who are fake And watch your Dreams fly like a griffin, I'm not talkin bout Blake Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished I got niggas mad cuz im doin my shit different ballin on these niggas I'm like Jordan, Justin's pippen Throw out rappers like I used a Trojan, no lane kiffin Killin all these niggas, spare the women and the children I make it rain and grow Ramona flowers, no Scott pilgrim U see i got my rhymes flowin more than a slit wrist Take a whiff, I'm the shit, and i got u niggas pissed Flow so retarded, I'm talkin special Ed Hey Arnold niggas, them helga bitches give me football head you tryna stop g, You niggas couldn't handle him Tired of the bull, i sleep with a mask, rip Hamilton Rip to the competition, I killed u brutally Now I'm at the funeral delivering the eulogy You didn't have to die but that's what happens when u step to me U just clashed with a Titan like I played for tennsessee You fuck around with them fuck arounds and u fuck around and get smoked U lil mouse ass niggas can get hanged like a new coat Hopped on the track, Now I'm back on my grind It's like the clocks in the trash and y'all are just wasting my time U niggas say u ball, y'all are just throwing up bricks Never been to a magic show, cuz I don't love them tricks Real niggas roll with me, like I just, set a pick Orville Redenbacher we can get it poopin like a zit I know u see me coming like when u are sucking dick surrounded by these dead bitches man i feel like mike Vick I go almonds on the beat, I'm talkin cashews and peanuts u think u out of this world, yall are just Val Venis Yea we makin more moves than a ballerina i feel like im a waiter cuz imma serve em like Serena all my niggas run shit, we call that stampeding And we gon milk this shit, We call that breastfeeding Open your mouth and get a taste of reality Swallow your pride and don't spit that shit back at me mouths a can of paint i spray words like graffiti All these rappers sweet, the games got diabetes starving for victory, u cant stop my hunger tryna call my bluff, and u dont know my phone number I'm feelin myself, no masturbation they tryna to test me, no examination Flow so dirty no Sanitation Went to work on this beat, my fuckin occupation