Dreams

[Intro] Yeah—shit, nigga—we all dream, nigga Yeah, we're just tryna make sure they come true, feel me? Dreams of being rich, uh? Yeah, yeah, ha, yo! [Chorus] Always had dreams of being rich, uh? Momma never thought I'll make it this way Bitches really on my dick now When I think about it, ain't shit changed We dream of being rich, wow! We really dreams of being rich, wow! Momma never... Yo, yo.. [Verse 1] Imagine if I stopped rhymin' and settle for top ramen Got content with the crib that my pop's lie in , never stop moppin' On that nine to five job shit, fuck that! I'd rather go comic and go to Gotham And meet with Batman and start robbin' Killin' get started, heart throbbin' be cautious If you come across this instrumental's carcass It may leave you nauseous 'Cause when I'm on it, it's guaranteed death, why? 'Cause we always had dreams of being rich Rollie on my arm, Jesus' pieces on my neck Momma needin' the rent, Poppa drinking a fifth Crash my Momma's Honda, can't even lease her a whip Stressed as hell, but you couldn't tell, even if you snitched Smiling, always see him with a grin But I came to raise hell, boy, the evil is within man All I know, is that bitch better have my money Cause money issues have your mom's act funny wit' you [Hook] We had dreams of being rich, uh? Always had dreams of being rich, wow! Bitches on my dick now When I think about it, ain't shit changed [Verse 2] I'm trying to get my money pass so closer to a pharaoh's I know that I can get close I'mma show her i'mma get dough Nigga I don't ride, I get chauffered on the metro Poor nigga, rich mind, it won't hurt if you let go of reality I'm searching for a battle, jeez But no one's here to challenge me Throwin' a lot of shots and they fatal ones Trust no nigga, even the devil had a halo once The demons carry angel dust, stressin' I know I got to pick my ankles up but this lean in this Sprite soda got me talking like Yoda Never live my life sober Oooh, I love it when they doubt me Cash right where my mouth be, check my stomach for the hunger Don't laugh at the outie My boy frank in the Audi Scoop me up we outtie, bumpin' music loudly, crazy how lousy these niggas soundin' I heard these niggas talkin', they never talk around me Nigga you listen to Casey Veggies, you ain't about beef Oh, you scary? But I'm more than scary To the ordinary storytelling motherfucking author Cooking up some shit your stomach could never process My apron dirty really need to wash it Cause Cozz is headed to the top Watch whenever my shit drop I don't know when But I'm never counting losses Only counting my profit, nigga, stop it Got niggas noz sick, motherfucker always had— [Chorus] Dreams of being rich, wow! Always had dreams of being rich, uh? Momma never thought I'd make it this way Momma never thought I'd make it this way [Outro] I know we got dreams of being rich The rollie on my arm, the pieces on my neck Poppa needin' a rent [Produced by Meez]