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