Blvd Dreams Lyrics

Wake up in the morning gotta thank the Lord for yawnin'

Pistol in my pocket gotta keep them haters off me

That's what uncle taught me, that's what uncle taught me

Learn to run them numbers fast, and you never be the target

Didn't have then, but I'ma run it now

Cause every step I took was like one hundred miles

Got one hundred mill on the way

Cause every dream I had, was like one hundred thou

Get your paper up till your well endowed

And when your well endowed, you keep getting it

I was pushing carts at the Winn Dixie

Told them niggas I was straight, finished

Teachers used to say I wasn't all that

Fuck that

Looking at the problems on the board like

What's that?

Two-stepping on the boulevard man bus pass

How I used to get it all?

Simply under mustache

See God don't make mistakes

But I got to get this cake

When I wake up in the morning

Smoke a zone

Jump up out the face, jump up out the face

Think of whats important?

Eh, school?

That was boring

I'd rather be hitting shorties

Or in the booth recording

(yeah)

When I hit the fence, jumping for the boulevard,

I was stopped by the five

Cause the thought I had the hard

Back to action jumping

Jeezy inspiration bumping

Regular clothes before the hoes

But still had a flow for the centerfolds

Had a notebook for all my goals

Applied at the you fuck the Seminoles

Got in some trouble I'll bring you back

Got me two deals but they not intact

Lost me some friends but how real is that

Is you feeling that is you feeling that

I could peel a cap but I'm in the rap

But don't get it twisted I'm into that

Things you manifest to overcome of all things

That's the preview of your life or just those boulevard dreams

Nigga

Teachers used to say I wasn't all that

Fuck that

Looking at the problems on the board like

What's that?

Two-stepping on the boulevard man bus pass

How I used to get it all?

Simply under mustache