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Woken Dreams
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Do you want smoke? You want all the smoke Bando on the 808s goin' crazy Said "Dreams come true" Don't be mad, they gotta pay me too These n***as hate me too Ay, I said "Dreams come true" Don't be mad, these n***as hate me too Yeah, ay, ay I said "Dreams come true" Don't be mad, they gotta pay me too These n***as hate me too Yeah, I said "Dreams come true" Don't be mad, they try to break me too Don't let 'em break you too Ay, I said "Dreams come true" Don't be mad, they gotta pay me too These n***as hate me too Ay, I said "My dreams come true" Don't be mad, they try to break me too Don't let 'em break you too These n***as hate me 'cause I always keep it real I ain't never had to lie, I sucked no d**k to get a bill They really love my talent, I do this sh*t for real If a n***a play with me or [?], n***a gettin' killed That n***a dyin' today If I tell my n***as "Go," them n***as slide today And if I give 'em your direction, they gon' slide that way Hit his spine that way I go and grab that K and I'm gon' slide today I got the drop on the opp so it's time to tint the windows Let 'em n***as slide, got the tints, presidential If I wanna kill 'em on the gang, we gotta flip those The whole gang gotta flip those He ducked behind the car, we shoot over those If he f**kin' on that ho, we get all the hoes Ay, you best believe that I love the bros Gotta know that I love my bros And I ain't never did nothin' flawed, never been a snake I ain't never did nothin', b*t*h, I never been a fake I been fuller in a world of snakes, a world full of hate And a world full of whiteface, tryna judge my race N***as hatin', you want my spot? I'm posted on the block I got a big a** Glock, a n***a play, he gettin' popped I'ma knock him out his sh*t, I'ma block him out this sh*t And I'ma mark him out this b*t*h, we finna chalk him in this b*t*h White chalk all around him Fake love, it surround us And them haters all around us And them haters all around us Ay, bloods rockin' wit' me, but my crips, they on my side Swear to God I love [?] even though he [?] Shootin' for my n***a if he ever up and die And whoever did this sh*t, I swear to God, the gang gon' ride We gon' catch a n***a slippin', catch a n***a lackin' Big 40 by my side, they know a n***a packin' And yeah I like to fight, a n***a still jackin' My Memphis n***as steppin', my Cali n***as reppin' Ay, 6-0 crippin', we make these n***as jealous They really want my spot, and some n***as really tellin' They all on the paperwork, n***a, where that paperwork? I'on wanna talk to you 'cause that's gon' send that paper first A real Laker fan when them 2010 playoffs hurt So much money in my hand I could build a paper church He take the real too fast, like why can't you take fakers first? Pa**ed the gun to my mans, [?] Partners killin' partners like street code don't exist (Partners killin' partners like street code don't exist)
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