CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Woken Dreams
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)
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)
