Dreamwork (feat. Yanga)

Dollar sign got me in a good mood

Word to Don Design, that's my hood dude

I was on the grind, they was caught up in the hype

Now you **** ain't shinin' like you used to

Age twenty five, I done copped the iller ride

Than my daddy drove when I was still in high school

Trophies at the crib, emojis in a bitch, if you talkin'

Shit, they need to breathalyze you

All they talk been cheap, this the King Speech

Tell you 'bout the rap game, use your instincts

Skwatta campaign, that was Buttabing's peak

Pop a lot of champagne on a win-streak

Team work, made it to the big league

Lookin' at the spreadsheets, see the increase

Jealousy or envy rollin' ten deep

Barely makin' ends meet

My revenge sweet

Genius, oh, baby, they used to call me Leader of the New School

Haters take so many shots I need a bulletproof coupe

Overcame so many odds I redefined the rule book

Squad goals, we cut throat

Navigate these dark roads and potholes

Graduate from unknown among hoes to a higher place

Where drinks flow and blunts roll

Dollar sign got me in a good mood

Word to Don Design, that's my hood dude

I was on the grind, they was caught up in the hype

Now you **** ain't shinin' like you used to

Age twenty five, I done copped the iller ride

Than my daddy drove when I was still in high school

Trophies at the crib, emojis in a bitch, if you talkin'

Shit, they need to breathalyze you

Paper planes on the runway, let it burn

Take a cig, goin' one-way, no return

Switchin' lanes for the fun, never done, never done

Put a smile on my mum 'cause she know we up

You see, my money talk a lot, bruh

I keep a hunnid for the cop car

Chuck it in the corner

I roll already for the roll down

Smokin' plenty for the flow puff

And pass it to the owner

I put the work in like a grown up, shown up

Y'all be actin' like we posers, corner

Stashin' figures in my clothes, that's a new Madiba pose

That admission make you sound bipolar

I get on my grind now, they love me like a church

Hustle in my eyes, black man, killer swerve

I ain't doin' bad, all these **** doin' worse

I got money in the bag, no fucks in the verse

Dollar sign got me in a good mood

Word to Don Design, that's my hood dude

I was on the grind, they was caught up in the hype

Now you **** ain't shinin' like you used to

Age twenty five, I done copped the iller ride

Than my daddy drove when I was still in high school

Trophies at the crib, emojis in a bitch, if you talkin'

Shit, they need to breathalyze you

Fuck the underground, we been cookin' for awhile

My nig up and down since a bookin' was a thou'

With my ladies in the house sleepin' on my mama couch

Take the whole amount, throw it in my mom account

That's dreamwork

That's the message

First you count the paper, then you count the blessin's

Don't ever let the haters put you under pressure

And don't forget that every failure is a lesson

No further questions

I got my wits about me

Strictly all in, no spliffs or ouchie

Who got the bright idea to clown me?

Last five years ain't shit without me

Most consistent, I goes the distance

Lately, though, I don't pose for pictures

I just hope that I'm home for Christmas

Pole position, road to riches

Dollar sign got me in a good mood

Word to Don Design, that's my hood dude

I was on the grind, they was caught up in the hype

Now you **** ain't shinin' like you used to

Age twenty five, I done copped the iller ride

Than my daddy drove when I was still in high school

Trophies at the crib, emojis in a bitch, if you talkin'

Shit, they need to breathalyze you

Dollar sign got me in a good mood

Word to Don Design, that's my hood dude

I was on the grind, they was caught up in the hype

Now you **** ain't shinin' like you used to

Age twenty five, I done copped the iller ride

Than my daddy drove when I was still in high school

Trophies at the crib, emojis in a bitch, if you talkin'

Shit, they need to breathalyze you