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Deams Money Can Buy 2 (Intro)

 

Deams Money Can Buy 2 (Intro)

(album: A New Mood - 2014)


One time for the niggas that see my vision clear
'Cause we ain't watching it in the movies, we was living there
Kitchen full of plastic shit, room full of silver wear
Shit way better now but I still care
Told Momma we would make it, shit we making it
These dope lines, I'm just tryna get to the base of it
Riding by myself, smoking something loud
Thinking of some shit beyond life like Grandmama proud
Who woulda thought we woulda made it past most of them
Jail cells and shoot outs? This a game we wasn't 'posed to win
Them snake hoes still rattle when you close to them
I gotta let it out, I'm tryna hold it in
Take a flight across the world, that's a nice nap
Then gotta land in the hood and come right back
To the fake friends, the phony hoes
To the leprechauns feeling like you owe 'em gold
But I love this place like I love my mother
Love that thing on my waist like I love my brother
Ironic, the crazier the bitch, the more you love her
So when the hood open her arms, what you do but hug her?

Most prayers sent don't make it up around here
Survival's first, getting out is like a plus around here
You ever been addicted?
Hustle hustle, got quotas for Christmas?
My daughter wrote "my daddy freedom" on top of the wish list
Preachers scream, we street demons and they need us out
No telling where I'm headed but it damn sure ain't the scenic route
Man this strap ain't for showing
Some niggas come and some go and
If they coming I'm throwing everything that I'm holding
My heart colder then a frozen aisle
Niggas came through shooting, God chose a child
And I won't question His reasons
But Momma standing there screaming
And Daddy booked for some seasons
Karma's still going round
A lot of lost souls on these back blocks
Bangers, junkies, crack rock, watch out for the Matlock
You're nobody until somebody kill you
You're nobody until somebody kill you

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