Dope Boy Dreams

Pour one up for them real ****

We gon' roll one up for the real hitters (I'm workin' on dyin')

Quando Rondo, ****

All the real **** in Heaven, man, I need someone to call on

Nowadays, these phones tapped, I don't even wanna talk on 'em

Down a very long road, these **** ain't never walked on it

My back against the rope, she cut her ties so I could fall on it

You wasn't built to hold shit down

That's why you turned your back on me

You couldn't hold me down even if you had on some gravity

I built my own empire, they tryna take down my masterpiece

I think they mad I turned my dreams into reality

See I was grindin' out my trunk, I felt like Master P

Pour one up for them real ****, roll one up for them real ****

Dope boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real ****

Post in the cut with them real killers

Loyalty run deep, but it seem like my friends ain't friends no more

Blood in the streets, plus in my veins don't make us kin no more

15K, that's for a verse, remember gettin' 10 a show

Goin' before my time I'm like a binder, I won't bend or fold

I put my dick inside your ear

Fuck what you heard, but they steady talkin'

Feelin' just like Future off this herb, and plus them Perky's callin'

I can hear Miss Murdy callin'

Pick up the phone she tellin' me, "I ain't got no worries, darling"

Like Hakuna Matata, it ain't no more room on my roster

I flip around the city with top-shotters

Timmy told me, "Go get 'em", and I got 'em

All 'em broken promises, I never bought 'em

All the real **** in Heaven, man, I need someone to call on

Nowadays, these phones tapped, I don't even wanna talk on 'em

Down a very long road, these **** ain't never walked on it

My back against the rope, she cut her ties so I could fall on it

You wasn't built to hold shit down

That's why you turned your back on me

You couldn't hold me down even if you had on some gravity

I built my own empire, they tryna take down my masterpiece

I think they mad I turned my dreams into reality

See I was grindin' out my trunk, I felt like Master P

Pour one up for them real ****, roll one up for them real ****

Dope boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real ****

Post in the cut with them real killers

Abandoned outside by myself, no, I don't really be on no party shit

I'm tryna to feed the streets, I feel like Roddy Ricch

How you supposed to be my dawg, you wanna murk me, though?

Signed to the streets three times, I feel like Durkio

Countin' a Patek while on a jet line, talkin' Tokyo

You told them lies to me, no Pinocchio

And then you got the nerve to ask me how I feel, ****

Pour one up for them real ****

I wanna tell the world about you just so they could get jealous

And if you see her 'fore I do, tell her I wish that I met her

If I catch the opposition, guarantee I'ma scratch 'em

So he bet' not let me catch 'em

All the real **** in Heaven, man, I need someone to call on

Nowadays, these phones tapped, I don't even wanna talk on 'em

Down a very long road, these **** ain't never walked on it

My back against the rope, she cut her ties so I could fall on it

You wasn't built to hold shit down

That's why you turned your back on me

You couldn't hold me down even if you had on some gravity

I built my own empire, they tryna take down my masterpiece

I think they mad I turned my dreams into reality

See I was grinding out my trunk, I felt like Master P

Pour one up for them real ****, roll one up for them real ****

Dope boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real ****

Post in the cut with them real killers