C Beam Dreams

[Intro] Yeah On my shit boy Marce baby Ugh Blah, yeah, huh [Verse 1] Tires spinning on wide-body Benzes (?) I might hop out in karate slippers Stick with the broccoli in it So much ice I’m where by the hockey stick is Listen (?) I ain’t have a pot to piss in Play my position, listen I probly should have been on the (?) But ended up in the mix with them chickens (slanging) Seconds on the Patek, ticking Flexing on these bitches I know they seen me come up out the trenches Ugh Top ten to pimp, how could I not be mentioned? Your minor ten cents could not buy my attention They want my kind of thinking men behind them fences That’s not where men with common sense is Ironic how that gem came out of prison (facts) I’m in my element, I feel like a otter swimming (swimming) OshKosh B’Gosh supply the denim I blossom out the bottom where they killing Niggas killing niggas While I’m writing lyrics with my ailing fingers You was flying and they clipped you, left you wingless (wooo) I’m the champ of the ringless I was stamped official, the man who was relinquished Not the kind to link with Was once a juvenile delinquent Now I move around with Franklins My jewelry shine, my diamond bracelet (ugh) Chanel shoelaces, Cubans glaciers Might treat a human like a cube Stake and ate his plate, scrape it Goodness Gracious Spray up the Bathing Ape fit, I went apeshit Kate fit I bet the whole case of Cris I’m the greatest pimp Covered all bases from A to Zinc Huh Covered all bases from A to Zinc Fuck you think (yeah) [Hook] We came up from the bottom doing licks Borrowing chips Dreams to bang models, swallow Cris but By tomorrow we’ll be rich Ugh By tomorrow we’ll be rich Yeah We came up from the bottom doing licks Borrowing chips Dreams to bang models, swallow Cris but By tomorrow we’ll be rich What By tomorrow we’ll be rich [Verse 2] Yo Let’s cut to the chase We was cutting up base in my mother’s place Rub on the trey eight Nothing I say is fake (nothing) Crushed grapes, (?) play Ma$e Fuck til the day break by the lake Puff a eighth, eyes dilate Don’t you ever try and violate (ever) I’ll slide you like a bob sleigh with my compadre Hit you with five for coming at the God sideways (bap bap) So miss me with that hippie rap (miss me) I blow a 50 pack out the Bentley Nigga stick riding piggyback My shit be sounding like Biggie back Send this to Rizzy I won’t be chilling til I touch a couple hundred milli (ugh) It’s not really, money don’t make me (nope) Cause either way I’m still filthy You gon’ feel me til they fucking kill me If you ain’t up for drills, tuck your jewelry (tuck it) We don’t cry over spilled milk or spilled tea within my realty (nah) The fact of the matter The bubble bath splash and lather, laughter Watching Dallas on my plasma Marce baby [Hook] We came up from the bottom doing licks Borrowing chips Dreams to bang models, swallow Cris but By tomorrow we’ll be rich Ugh By tomorrow we’ll be rich Yeah We came up from the bottom doing licks Borrowing chips Dreams to bang models, swallow Cris but By tomorrow we’ll be rich What By tomorrow we’ll be rich