Dreamin Of The Past
(专辑: 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