Dreams and Nightmares

Ain't this what they been waitin' for?

You ready?

Uh, uh

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this

So I had to grind like that to shine like this

In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit

In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists

Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true

It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"

If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view

Got shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, "Achoo"

Like a **** sneezed, ****, please, 'fore them triggers squeeze

I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between

Of what we started, lil' ****, but I'm lion-hearted

They loved me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed

I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist

No crawlin', went straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garages

All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'

Anything for a dollar, they tell me, "Get 'em," I got 'em

I did it without a album

I did shit with Mariah

Lil' ****, I'm on fire

Icy as a hockey rink, Philly ****, I'm flyer

When I bought the Rolls Royce, they thought it was leased

Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace

Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot

Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parkin' spot

You ain't talkin' 'bout my ****, then what you talkin' 'bout?

Gangstas move in silence, ****, and I don't talk a lot

I don't say a word

I don't say a word

Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck **** (Maybach Music)

Hold up, wait a minute

Y'all thought I was finished? (Whoa)

When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented? (Yeah)

Flexin' on these ****, I'm like Popeye on his spinach

Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant

I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke

That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost

I'm ridin' 'round my city with my hands strapped to my toes

'Cause these **** want me dead and I gotta make it back home

'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk

These **** tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed

You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked

'Cause these Philly **** I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no

All I know is murder

When it come to me

I got young **** that's rollin', I got **** throwin' B's

I done did the DOAs, I done did the KODs

Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' thirty G's

But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins

They let my **** Ern back home, that young **** be wildin'

We young ****, we mobbin' like Batman and we're robbin'

In this two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'

I'm like, real ****, what up?

Real ****, what up?

If you ain't about that murder game, then, pussy ****, shut up

If you diss me in your raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up

When you touch down in my hood, no, that tour life ain't good

Catch me down in M-I-A at that Heat game on wood

With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine, I could

Boy, I slide down on your block (Block)

Bike on 12 o'clock

And they be throwin' deuces, I'm the same **** they watch (Meek Milly)

And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots

And these lames talkin' that bullshit, the same **** that flopped

I'm the same **** from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock

The same **** that came up and I had to wait for my spot

And these **** hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me

Still on that hood shit and my Rolls Royce on E

They gon' remember me, I say, "Remember me"

So much money, have your friends turn into your enemies

And when there's beef, I turn my enemies to memories

With them bricks, they go for forty, ain't no ten a key, hold up

Broke **** turned rich

Love the game like Mitch

And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?

It was somethin' 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist

Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick

I'm gone

Woo