Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
RandiVision
RandiVision
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luther Randy Bell Jr.
Luther Randy Bell Jr.
Songwriter
Andrew Guerrero
Andrew Guerrero
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Devin Dehart
Devin Dehart
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Stop givin a fuck about Da Dream
Smoke some weed, Let it breath
Did you put in the work for your Dream
Honestly, Keep it G
I can’t sell my soul for Da Dream
Rather leave, Hit the streets
Why focused on something you don’t need
Will it sting, when you think
Stop Givin a
Stop thinking you tough
Stop holdin your nuts
Stop throwing up gang signs, before you get touched
Stop tryin be cool, stop buying them shoes
Knowin you can’t shoot, shit you can’t even Hoop
Stop tryin fit in, why you gotta pretend
**** you is a nerd, matter fact you a bitch
Stay the fuck on the bench
All you do is complain
You’d rather stay up late, playin video games
While your girl go to work, while she bring in the cake
That’s why she need her break, wait she callin my phone
Told me she was alone
Said she need her a fix
So I dropped of the dick
Now we makin a flic
Stop givin a fuck about Da Dream
Smoke some weed, Let it breath
Did you put in the work for your Dream
Honestly, Keep it G
I can’t sell my soul for Da Dream
Rather leave, Hit the streets
Why focused on something you don’t need
Will it sting, when you think
Stop Givin a
Fuck about the dream it ain’t even in you
You can’t even draw a crowd and you can’t pretend to
You just follow the crowd but me I’m diving into
And you be talking all loud yo I don’t even get you
And I’m known to take the long road
The work ethic that it built got me built from a different mold
A cold flow with an old soul
I couldn’t sell my soul, that shit is priceless
So I took a different road
I’m taking twist and turns it’s different when I crack the code
I’m on a different route the map don’t even have the road
But when I reach the end I know I got the pot of gold
And now I’m searching for diamonds I’m never sold on a dream
Stop givin a fuck about Da Dream
Smoke some weed, Let it breath
Did you put in the work for your Dream
Honestly, Keep it G
I can’t sell my soul for Da Dream
Rather leave, Hit the streets
Why focused on something you don’t need
Will it sting, when you think
Stop Givin a
Written by: Andrew Guerrero, Luther Randy Bell Jr.
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