sold dreams. ft. Jake Santana Lyrics

Damn, damn (Hey, hey)

She tried to

She tried to, huh

She tried to flick up with my bro, that is not your nigga

I'm feeling like Kodak, painting pictures

Stayed up til' 4 to go live with trigger

Woke up the next morning just to count some figures, okay

Okay, hope you know I'm not playing with you niggas

I'm on the intro talking different, that bitch want my info and my digits, okay, okay

My weed really smelly, Imma light a spliff up, my bitch gettin' jelly when she see my pictures, I'm in the beast's belly but I'm not for dinner, okay

Okay, please do not look at me different

I jus' been dying my hair like I'm Rodman, my niggas shootin' like Pippen

Shorty pull up and she droppin' off knowledge, I give her slime like I'm Nick, bitch

Look at my neck and my wrist, bitch, it hit the light and it glisten

Whenever I talk, you listen

This beat not from Cash, I made it from scratch, but you know I'm still on my slizz shit

I put a 12-gauge to that muh'fucka head like Cobain, I'm putting in pain, it's vicious

Your bitch tellin' me what you coulda been, but you wasn't standing on business

Now she begging me just to put it in, she get some dick and get addicted

She keeps selling dreams about how good it's been, she really think that Imma listen

(Damn, damn, damn, damn)

Yeah, shorty been selling me dreams

Shit ain't as good as it seems

Bitch, I'm depressed and I need a hug, tears flowing like a stream

Pouring Prometh' as a pick-me-up, putting my pain in some lean

Niggas acting like they want this life, but it's not good as it seems

But it's not good as it seems, but it's not good as it seems

Yeah, she wanted love but I can't help her find it

Fuck nigga talkin', fold him, origami

Spin on his block and wet it like tsunami

I just need her to get her shit together

We can't ever talk, she acting out of body

Only a couple shots, I'm acting sloppy

I gotta be grateful we ain't got no colleagues

I need a bottle, my partna gon' pass me the Malibu, shorty got lit off Bacardi

Yeah, and I'm tryna shoot up a (Frrt, Frrt)

I'm tryna shoot up a party

Shit ain't a game, my partna got Call Of Duty guns to send that boy back to the lobby

(Hello?) This shit out here really a hobby

You need a verse, I'm sending one back

I never had a bitch who really done with me, every single one'll run back

Don't trust you any hoe in this generation, they'll leave you looking like a dumbass

I ain't finna argue with any nigga with no motion, with yo' bum ass

Uh, I been riding 'round with a dirty stick, I'm hoping they don't find where the gun at

Coppa car shoot at a nigga, my mom'll be tweakin', cryin' for her son back

And I just can't let this shit happen, but shit, I've been tweakin' up out of my mind

And I don't be trusting nobody, I go to this party, don't get out of line

And I never killed me nobody, don't test it, my nigga, you the first to die

Yeah, I'm out of Murda', my nigga

Small body coupe and we swervin', my nigga

Uh, all these fuck niggas fans and they lurking, my nigga

We puttin' in work and it's working, my nigga

I'm really tryin' not to hurt again, nigga

And lil' shorty bad, want a Birkin, my nigga

Fuck that shit, I ain't your daddy, lil' bitch, gon' head and go get your bands up

These niggas cry bout a bitch, we got plenty over, my nigga, just go 'head and man up

Yeah, I ShouldaLeftIt- uh, frrtt, I should've left that shit, Stand Up

That nigga tweakin' inside of that street, I told the fuck nigga "go put your hands up"

Guarantee nobody fuckin' with me, I wish that one of these lil niggas ran up (Bitch, bitch, bitch)

How many smiles to go?

I been living life with a knife in my throat

Said he wanna hang, so I buy him a rope, I'm tying the noose up as tight as it goes

I told him to fly in the sky as he chokes, I really been high as a kite off of dope

Everyone knows that you die in the end, I'm workin' so that I won't die as a joke, you know (Hey)

Hey, how many smiles to go?

Before I fuck up and I break the fuck down, before I end up at the end of my rope?

How many smiles to go?