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J. Stalin

Dreamin

 

Dreamin


City of death, homicide on every corner;
Eight in the morning I'm at the mall tryna buy some Jordan's;
Call me a hoarder, tennis shoes everywhere;
But when you selling coke, you don't have a care.

I'm talkin Peruvian, pure coke white as Cher;
Got it in the trunk like a spare tire;
Money on his head that's murder for hire;
I seen a fiend sell his soul for a dime rock;
Then he came right back and sold his son's X-Box;
I pray to the Lord, this shit gotta stop.

Everybody walk around with 2's on repo[?];
Speakin in codes, tryna get the line on the kilos;
They tappin phones and tryna give us to Rico;
I'm tryna get rich and give back to the people.

CEO no nigga you ain't my equal;
See before, I can see the fake in you;
Cuz you never act like a real nigga do;
Niggas talkin and knocks throwin surprise parties.

But we ready for the beef, nigga Arbie's;
Livewire MC, you see us on them Harley's;

Yeah, it was me nord and bang bang[?]
Nigga, tryna make a mil a day.

[Hook:]
Lyin on my side, in my hand there's a grenade;
On the corner grindin since the tenth grade;
Cuz I only like to dream about, gettin paid;
Cuz I only like to dream about, gettin pain;
40 on my side in my hand there's a grenade;
Still sellin dope, since the tenth grade;
Cuz I only like to dream about, gettin paid;
Cuz I only like to dream about, gettin paid.

Money on my mind, landlord at the door;
Tryna kick a nigga out cuz I'm sellin dope;
Import export, money in the transaction;
Bangers on me always, killas in my fuckin faction.

You niggas savin bitches like Ansel[?] Jackson;
These hoes settin niggas up and ask 'em what happened;
He gotta have it my nigga and he just can't kick it;
Therefore, his digits is limited.

[Hook]

Livin life wicked, tryna touch a mil ticket;
Get it on the streets then send it to the niggas in prison;
Cuz I can see you fake niggas through this tunnel vision;
Disloyal see a nigga shot and then his blood boil;
In the kitchen my mama cookin it to the oil;
Get the birds cross state, to the Georgetown hoils[?];

Now I'm in the Porsche, it feel like 500 horses;
Now I'm in the Porsche, it feel like 500 horses.

[Hook]

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