Dreams and Nightmares (Intro)
on REFLECTIONS (2020)
Ain't this what they've 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 sh*t
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 a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo
Like a n*gga sneezed, n*gga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' n*gga but I'm lion-hearted
They love 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 b*tches ménagin', f*ckin', suckin' and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they tell me "Get 'em" I got 'em
I did it without a album
I did sh*t with Mariah
Lil' n*gga, I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly n*gga, 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 parking spot
You ain't talkin' 'bout my n*ggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?
Gangstas move in silence, n*gga, 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, f*ck n*gga!
Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these n*ggas, 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 b*tch, she don't ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
Cause these n*ggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk
These n*ggas tryna take my life, they f*ck around, get killed
You f*ck around, you f*ck around, you f*ck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly n*ggas I brought with me don't f*ck around, no joke, no
All I know is murder, when it come to me
I got young n*ggas that's rollin', I got n*ggas throwin' B's
I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's
Every time I'm in that b*tch, I get to throwin' 30 G's
But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins
They let my n*gga Ern back home, that young n*gga be wildin'
We young n*ggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin'
This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'
I'm like, "Real n*gga, what up? Real n*gga, what up?"
If you ain't about that murder game then pus*y n*gga, shut up!
If you diss me in your raps, I'll get yo' pus*y-ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood; no, that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA 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, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwin' deuces on the same n*gga they watch
And I'm the king of my city ‘cause I'm still callin' them shots
And these lames talkin' that bullsh*t the same n*ggas that flopped
I'm the same n*gga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock
The same n*gga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these n*ggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me
Still on that hood sh*t, my Rolls-Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say, "Remember me!"
So much money, have yo friends turn in yo enemies
And when there's beef, I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key
Hold up! Broke n*gga turned rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my di*k?
It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick