Story Of Dreams Lyrics

Early morning then my phone ring

They said my homie dead

We got to slide

We got to break bread

We got to flip cards

Who got chips?

Who trying to place bets?

All these niggas want to be spades haven't seen a ace yet

Cold movements, same scriptions new improvements

Same yo

Slept in the same room I made my music

My niggas trappers

Pop a perc and then we cursing

I lost friends my friends dead it was a uzi

My homie selling soft to the fiends he selling dreams

My old chick told me that she thought I was what she need

Now she getting married I'm happy it wasn't me

Cause I'm glad I met my wife

I was only seventeen

I came from rags to riches

Mama passing pictures

Saying her son getting older, hope I'm never acting different

Putting Wanda in the cup

I was looking for a vision

Many people dying young in this world that we live in

Baby just don't get upset

We can't be living with regrets

Pray she not late on her cycle cause we late on the rent

I had pills in my pocket had to hide them in her dress

All the birds in the trap I kill 'em if they raid the nest

Pill popper

Took off the mask she see a monster

Straight mobster

Under my bed I hid my dollars

Grave robber

Life a bitch but I love her

Drug mover

We packed the work into a Honda

Life is crazy

Homie got a house and it's gated

I couldn't see him

They sent him there when he got raided

We jumping fences

Home runs

Just touching bases

I'm sorry mama

If they catch me pray I make it

Gun on the dresser

She just left me cause I let her

All these words on these songs

I could've wrote your ass a letter

I told you I'mma change

I'mma change for the better

Then I put on that mask and took change from the wealther

I'm sorry for helping ya

Guns clips extra stuff

I just never seen enough

Guess I didn't dream enough

Money on the floor she just thought it was a fling

I was looking for my heart then she moved to better thing

That just turned me to a demon I just wish you didn't leave

Now this drake up on my lap baby we was seeing green

Had the birds in the trap, I had to watch them grow some wings

Had to watch them fly away and land right to a fiend