Lyrics
I had a dream that I would make it
Thank to God I did
My mama told me handle my business and take care of my kids
Can't believe I did this shit, boy this shit a dream
I woke up in this shit, ****
Call me Martin King (woah, woah)
I swear this shit a dream
I woke up out this shit
I was just serving fiends (woah, woah)
I swear this shit a dream
I'm on stage doing things that I couldn't believe
I told these **** "Wake up! Open up your mind"
The streets so ugly it ain't no stop sign
It ain't no yield sign
****, just keep on moving
Money, I keep on making
****, I am not losing
God put me in path
**** come do the math
Cut these **** in half
Boy I'm clean like a bath
Hide it in the grass
These **** think that they cool
I pull up on 'em with two
I shoot at you like a fool
I had a dream that I would make it
Thank to God I did
My mama told me handle my business and take care of my kids
Can't believe I did this shit, boy this shit a dream
I woke up in this shit, ****
Call me Martin King (woah, woah)
I swear this shit a dream
I woke up out this shit
I was just serving fiends (woah, woah)
I swear this shit a dream
I'm on stage doing things that I couldn't believe
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
I was just serving fiends
Woah, woah
I swear this shit a dream
Written by: Frazier Trill, Pi’erre Bourne