Dreamin Of The Past

(Album: It's Almost Dry - 2022)

(I was dreaming of the past)
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh
(And my heart was beating fast)
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, "Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"

Bruh, you niggas ain't flexing, you cramping
My weight keeping niggas on the bikes like Amblin
Weight loss, rent loss, scrambling (I began to lose control)
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My niggas get money, get money, get money like Ye sampling (I began to lose control)
Gun stutter, make the drum line like Grambling
MGM gambling, blew a small mansion (I was dreaming of the past)
Annoyed 'cause this bitch calling Lanvin "Laen-ven"
Fuck who you stamping, them niggas just stand-ins (And my heart was beating fast)
Not me, they censor and block me
You hollering, "Top five," I only see top me
Award shows the only way you bitches could rob me (I was dreaming of the past)

It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
Clip 'em, baby, if he flinch at the price of Bottega, uh (And my heart was beating fast)
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, "Gimme," he got plenty, yeah

Bruh, you niggas ain't drip, you drying
Kevlar in his Balenciaga jacket lining
You and your bitch income combining (I began to lose control)
I'm sending' Lorraine Schwartz diamond mining
Find 'em, I came up with Enzo drifters (I began to lose control)
So you gotta understand there's a difference
There's window stickers and window lickers (I was dreaming of the past)
You know the type, always tryna get in your picture
I was tryna get the dope through, in your sister (And my heart was beating fast)
We won bagging 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, hah (I was dreaming of the past)

It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas (And my heart was beating fast)
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 outta his prime (I began to lose control)
Yet, always where the money's at like lottery signs
Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind (I began to lose control)
I was bored by these albums so it gotta be time
No reward for the latter, so it gotta be mine (I was dreaming of the past)
Huff and Puff in the club, then I gotta be Shyne

Properties all across the board, this monopoly's mine (And my heart was beating fast)
'Came a minister in my prime so I gotta be Shyne
I used to watch The Fresh Prince and pray the house would be mine
Coulda bought it but I ain't like the way the kitchen design (I was dreaming of the past)
Born in the manger, the son of a stranger
When daddy's not home, the family's in danger (And my heart was beating fast)

I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, "Gimme," he got plenty, yeah