Dreamin Of The Past (feat. Kanye West)

(I was dreamin' of the past)

It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh

We hollow the walls in back of bodegas, uh

(And my heart was beatin' fast)

I got plenty, it's so many, yeah

They say, "Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"

Bruh, you **** ain't flexin', you crampin'

My weight keepin' **** on the bikes like Amblin

Weight loss, rent loss, scramblin'

Now pass the champagne to the champion

My **** get money, get money, get money

Like Ye samplin'

Gun stutta, make the drumline like Grambling

MGM gamblin', blew a small mansion

Annoyed 'cause this bitch callin' Lanvin "Laen-ven"

Fuck who you stampin', them **** just stand-ins

Not me, they censor and block me

You hollerin' top five, I only see top me

Award shows the only way you bitches can rob me

It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players

Clip 'em, baby, if he flinch at the price of Bottega, uh

I got plenty, it's so many, yeah

They say, "Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"

Bruh, you **** ain't drip, you dryin'

Kevlar in his Balenciaga jacket linin'

You and your bitch income combinin'

I'm sendin' Lorraine Schwartz diamond minin'

Find 'em, I came up with Enzo drifters

So you gots to understand there's a difference

There's window stickers and window lickers

You know the type, always tryna get in yo' picture

I was tryna get the dope through, in yo' sister

We weren't baggin' up the work, wouldn't be no dishes

Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no kisses

Made a way for ourselves, we ain't need no wishes

It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh

We hollow the walls in back of bodegas, uh

I got plenty, it's so many, yeah

They say, "Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"

Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time

Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, just a better design

Critics: he's out of his mind

Haters: he's out of his prime

Yet, always where the money's at like lottery signs

Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind

I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be time

No reward for the latter, so it gotta be mine

Huff and Puff in the club, then I gotta be Shyne

Properties all across the board, this monopoly's mine

Became a minister in my prime, so I gotta be Shyne

I used to watch The Fresh Prince and pray the house would be mine

Could have bought it but I ain't like the way the kitchen designed

Born in the manger, the son of a stranger

When daddy's not home, the family's in danger

I got plenty, it's so many, yeah

They say, "Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"