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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hotboii
Rap
Trill Bans
Programming
MO
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javarri Walker
Songwriter
Mohammed Bayoumi
Songwriter
Marko Cervantes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trill Bans
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Raymond Scott
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
MO
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(True, where the fuck you at?)
[Verse 2]
Just like Luther King, bitch, I had a dream
I guess it came true not to fuck up my jeans
Did what I had to do, I'm fulfilling my needs
Locked up, only place I was goin' was sleep
Hot how you feel in that cell, that composition notebook and that pen
**** locked down, you ain't got no friends
**** locked down, you ain't got no bitch
They tried to indict me, don't want me with bands
I cut my EM, come and catch me, you can
I told my momma I ain't going to jail no more and I did that shit again
I feel them people don't want me to win
I know where I been, I could never forget to remind me
I take a look at my jit, spread my wings
They don't want me to win
[Verse 3]
Hotboii seen them MACs, everything he shot gon' get premiered
All I want for **** know not to play with me, I don't wanna be feared
How you want smoke? Boy, you ain't got no funds
All you do is post guns, that shit weird
Runnin' with the K, lil ****, I could coach ya, do it for the culture 'cause I'm that real
[Verse 4]
I had a dream like Luther, no lick
Dreamed that I had ten hoes in my bed
Dreamed I had caught a R.I.C.O.
Dreamed I got away from the feds
Long live the King of Illinois
You can't say the V without Roy
It feel like a dream without snoring
Rest up 23, don't mean Jordan
[Verse 5]
See how I was ventin' in it, just my pen and composition
I didn't want to trust these women, following my intuition
Bottled up my inner feelings until I explode
We got water bed for wet dreams, I don't want to be woke
[Verse 6]
Just like Luther King, bitch, I had a dream
I guess it came true not to fuck up my jeans
Did what I had to do, I'm fulfilling my needs
Locked up, only place I was goin' was sleep
Hot how you feel in that cell, that composition notebook and that pen
**** locked down, you ain't got no friends
**** locked down, you ain't got no bitch
They tried to indict me, don't want me with bands
I cut my EM, come and catch me, you can
I told my momma I ain't going to jail no more and I did that shit again
I feel them people don't want me to win
I know where I been, I could never forget to remind me
I take a look at my jit, spread my wings
They don't want me to win
[Verse 7]
I'll be sipping, I don't get drunk no more
I won't even be one and give a fuck no more
I'll be drinking out of the bottle like my car was broke
Got a crush on parmesan, I can't love no ho
Can't love no more
I don't got love for more
Heart so cold, I don't got love for folk
You are that, nothing more
Written by: Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Javarri Walker, Marko Cervantes, Mohammed Bayoumi, Yoosuf