Dream About Lyrics

This the shit I used to dream about

When I was dead broke sleeping at my people house

Trapped in the box hit the trap then I made it out

I done been to prison so I'm trying to go the legal route

If he want some problems it ain't nothing for us to speak about

It's getting cold so I had to bring the heaters out

Road running with some ps about to beat it down

Little bad freak bitch want me to eat her out

In the chow line this the shit I used to dream about

On lock down this the shit I used to think about

Wasn't tripping of a bitch know she fucking around

I ain't trip no sweat I'll lay em down

I'll rock with the chop got a hundred rounds

This the shit I used to dream about

This the shit I used to think about

Fast whip bad bitch I ain't dreaming now

Gave a twenty to my momma we ain't dreaming now

This the shit I used to dream about

This the shit I used to think about

Fast whip bad bitch I ain't dreaming now

Gave a twenty to my momma we ain't dreaming now

I don't give a fuck if I want it I'm a cash out

Should of slowed down but you know I took the fast route

Damn

Guess everything panned out

Used to be the homie see my up why you mad now

Couple situations I'll never understand now

Couple dog hoes we could never be friends now

Trap for the money why you walking with your hands out

Bust down ap make you stand out

This the shit I used to dream about

This the shit I used to think about

Fast whip bad bitch I ain't dreaming now

Gave a twenty to my momma we ain't dreaming now

This the shit I used to dream about

This the shit I used to think about

Fast whip bad bitch I ain't dreaming now

Gave a twenty to my momma we ain't dreaming now

Had to tell bro no cards we ain't scheming now

Had to make it happen for the niggas that I be around

Momma threw kids and my bro and sisters need a house

I done seen niggas on my momma I don't see em now

Daddy up in up prison let god go and plan it out

Feel real good from the hood say I made it out

Fresh out the pen lost granny I ain't thinking now

Reminiscing all the times I can see it now

Bro caught another case damn he got to sit it down

When you bounce back on the gang we gone ball out

Little street and pooda them my brother never fell out

I'll risk it all for my niggas till I'm all out

Take the whole hood to the store and buy the mall out

Six times eight times never fall out

I'll tell a bitch get low and blow her walls out

And if she fucking with a boss she can ball out

This the shit I used to dream about

This the shit I used to think about

Uhhhh I ain't dreaming now

Gave a twenty to my momma we ain't dreaming now

This the shit I used to dream about

This the shit I used to think about

Fast whip bad bitch I ain't dreaming now

Gave a twenty to my momma we ain't dreaming now