Dreamin'
Sar B-Child
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In god we trust stamped on a note
So this life for us nah bruh can't be broke
So we pour them cups caffeine to the throat
Got schemes on the Lo hi key with them quotes
Waking up angry from a short slumber
Mind had me chasing after hella numbers
Hella comas hella tickets
On these size 12s how I'm gonna get it
Push a hard line no more bed time
It's a muddy path on a incline
Onward and upward yup I'm moving fine
Skip from town to town crossed them state lines
No hard crime no fed time
But god bless if try to take mine
Currency is currently the finish line
Break the ribbon nothing's given stay on the grind
I dont like to dream about getting paid
Play with my money I blow up like grenade
I'ma cool nigga dipped in sauce marinade
Slicka than some pomade
Life give me limes, make limeade
Green backs stacks racks scratch
Im All about a dolla, move lil coke, hit a few Jacks
Pimp a few hoes make them sell crack
I diddy these hoes, take that take that
But some bitches sleeping on me
Ain't no rest for the weary
Or the wicked
Come with the choosing fee then we can kick it
Or rocks you can kick bitch
I ain't with the simp shit
Always on some pimp shit
Mobster eating lobster and shrimp bitch
niggaz got dreams of the learjet
Some niggaz gone lean like aahliyahs jet
There still dreams I ain't seen yet
But having money ain't one and that's a sho bet
And you know that