Hovenn, The Dreamer Lyrics

I'm grinding, I'm grinding, I'm grinding, I'm up

Up early morning, you know that I'm

Up late night, you know that I'm

You know I can't sleep, 'cus you know that I'm up

Know that I'm

Uh

Grinding from sun up to sun down

Options depleted, what now ?

How Imma make it, I'm just a black boy with no father, I might have to move pounds

Moving too limitless, nothing bound

Hovenn the king and I'm getting the crown

Need a cajero, I'm losing the count

Too many her and shes, hella pronouns

Her name too foreign, its hard to pronounce

Apocalypse ready, counting the rounds

Digging for diamonds, I stay in the ground

Nigga gone find out, he fucking around

Money too tight not gone check the account

Heart too chilly, I'm building a lounge

Only see Seyi when I'm closing my eyes, so I stay in my dreams, like I'm Anthony Browne

When I get rich, the money get split in the middle, in half like discounts

And I'm gone feed all my family and friends, and the niggas who helped me and looked out

Hovenn the lyricist, Hovenn the genius and Hovenn the nigga that God found

Hovenn the truth so they finna surround me

Waiting to buy the new S7 Audi

Need me an Arab girl, not up in Saudi

Shooting the dual wield like Mustang and Sally

Fans gather up and they starting to rally

Going through hell so we copping a Chally

Intelligence auto like my brain in Chappie

White people hate me, my hair too nappy

Drizzy ain here but she calling me Papi

Fruity ass nigga, he work at P Valley

Sorry I couldn't be with you when you life was leaving, its fading, you took your last breath

When it's my time just embrace it, I'm probably gone die to a gun, I'm not scared of death

Wondering why no reply, but you already died that night, I'm reading the text

Nigga start feeling like William the way I'm writing this shit up, I'm reading Macbeth

Analyze everything, going in depth

We in Bordeaux and we kissing in French

Building my life up, just gimme me a wrench

Boy this ain 2K, you sit on the bench

Bank too big, it's time to condense

Need me some D'usse, I'm getting too tense

Don't know what's next, so I'm left in suspense

Dont love no hoes, just gimme the sex

Cool with myself, don't need to impress her

Mama ain find 'em, my bullets in dressers

Leaving eventually, never gone stress it

Got a big hundred round, look like it's pregnant

I'm letting my nut out, I'm telling her fetch it

She eating me up like I'm Hansel and Gretel

Keep popping shit like I came out the kettle

Run up, put 'em down, like he live in a kennel

Grinding from, uh uh

Options depleted, like what now ?

How Imma make it, I'm just a black boy with no father, I might have to move the-

Moving too limitless, nothing bound

Hovenn the king and I'm getting the crown

Need a cajero, I'm losing the count

Too many her and shes, hella pronouns