J. Cole - Dolla and A Dream lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Dolla and A Dream lyrics]
For all my ville niggas man
All my Carolina niggas man
(lights off and shit) all my real niggas
No matter where you come from
A dolla and a dream, thats all a nigga got
So if it's about that cream
Then I'm all up in the spot
I was raised in the F-A-Y
(why) , a nigga never gave me nothing?
Pops left me, I ain't never
Cry, baby, fuck him, that's life
And trust me I'm living
Look what a nigga made out
The shit that I was given
Look what a nigga came out
Momma sewing patches on my holes
Man, our hoes couldn't put this flame out
Straight up
I got my back against the brick wall
I'm from a world where niggas
Never pop no Cristal, it was pistols
You pass through
You better pray them bullets missed y'all
I thank the Lord
He let a nigga make it this far
A lot niggas don't, a lot of moms weep
I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me
You never know when a nigga
Might try to harm me
Rest In Peace that nigga John
Lee, I pour liquor, homie
It's foul, but yo the world keeps spinning
Gotta keep winning
Get up off this cheap linen
Nigga I'mma eat, even if it means sinning
Niggas want beef, I'ma sink my teeth in 'em
Pause, I go harder, I am all about a dollar
You niggas street smart? I'm
A motherfucking scholar so trust me
I ain't stopping 'til my money is long
So much dough, them hoes will think I'm
Rocking money cologne
Have a model at the crib waiting, "Honey
I'm home"
Cooking greens for a nigga, give 'em plenty
A dome it's funny
We dream about money so much it's
Like we almost got it
Until we reach up in our pockets
It's time to face reality
The ville is a trap nigga now
And if you ain't focused you
Gonna be here for awhile, yeah
My nigga Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun
Type a nigga know about every car
But don't got one that's hunger
No wonder niggas fucking with the evils
Posted on the corner
Selling crack like it's legal
But who am I to judge how
A nigga get his paper?
This money coming soon, dog
I'm tryna get my cake up
I guess I gotta wake up these niggas myself
An E&J sipper, but my shit is top shelf
Young J
The rawest shit you niggas ever heard of
A journalist nigga
Call me the Fayetteville Observer
You know the routine, man fayettnam
Real niggas can relate
And Ville niggas can relate, man
My niggas know about the struggle, man
What you know about your momma
Sewing patches on your holes, nigga?
I had the light blue jeans
With the green patches, haha, oh shit
I was in like first grade man, I swear
It was like the Sixes came out
The Jordan Sixes them shit was so fly man
I wanted them so bad darryl what up man?
My nigga Darryl had them shit's
On in class yo i wanted that shit so bad
I begged my mom for that shit, you know
But she couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me
Got me some Reeboks black tops, ahaha
But that was all good tho, cuz uh
The year after that I had, I had some
Some no name shit's
Some all black shit's, haha
Them shit's had metal, metal
Shoelace buckles and shit, you know?
But, you know back then niggas didn't
Niggas ain't even know he was broke man
No worries and shit
But uh, times have changed man, I got bills
My mom is in debt, what you know about that?
College loans and shit, nigga
Gotta get this money, ma
All my Carolina niggas man
(lights off and shit) all my real niggas
No matter where you come from
A dolla and a dream, thats all a nigga got
So if it's about that cream
Then I'm all up in the spot
I was raised in the F-A-Y
(why) , a nigga never gave me nothing?
Pops left me, I ain't never
Cry, baby, fuck him, that's life
And trust me I'm living
Look what a nigga made out
The shit that I was given
Look what a nigga came out
Momma sewing patches on my holes
Man, our hoes couldn't put this flame out
Straight up
I got my back against the brick wall
I'm from a world where niggas
Never pop no Cristal, it was pistols
You pass through
You better pray them bullets missed y'all
I thank the Lord
He let a nigga make it this far
A lot niggas don't, a lot of moms weep
I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me
You never know when a nigga
Might try to harm me
Rest In Peace that nigga John
Lee, I pour liquor, homie
It's foul, but yo the world keeps spinning
Gotta keep winning
Get up off this cheap linen
Nigga I'mma eat, even if it means sinning
Niggas want beef, I'ma sink my teeth in 'em
Pause, I go harder, I am all about a dollar
You niggas street smart? I'm
A motherfucking scholar so trust me
I ain't stopping 'til my money is long
So much dough, them hoes will think I'm
Rocking money cologne
Have a model at the crib waiting, "Honey
I'm home"
Cooking greens for a nigga, give 'em plenty
A dome it's funny
We dream about money so much it's
Like we almost got it
Until we reach up in our pockets
It's time to face reality
The ville is a trap nigga now
And if you ain't focused you
Gonna be here for awhile, yeah
My nigga Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun
Type a nigga know about every car
But don't got one that's hunger
No wonder niggas fucking with the evils
Posted on the corner
Selling crack like it's legal
But who am I to judge how
A nigga get his paper?
This money coming soon, dog
I'm tryna get my cake up
I guess I gotta wake up these niggas myself
An E&J sipper, but my shit is top shelf
Young J
The rawest shit you niggas ever heard of
A journalist nigga
Call me the Fayetteville Observer
You know the routine, man fayettnam
Real niggas can relate
And Ville niggas can relate, man
My niggas know about the struggle, man
What you know about your momma
Sewing patches on your holes, nigga?
I had the light blue jeans
With the green patches, haha, oh shit
I was in like first grade man, I swear
It was like the Sixes came out
The Jordan Sixes them shit was so fly man
I wanted them so bad darryl what up man?
My nigga Darryl had them shit's
On in class yo i wanted that shit so bad
I begged my mom for that shit, you know
But she couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me
Got me some Reeboks black tops, ahaha
But that was all good tho, cuz uh
The year after that I had, I had some
Some no name shit's
Some all black shit's, haha
Them shit's had metal, metal
Shoelace buckles and shit, you know?
But, you know back then niggas didn't
Niggas ain't even know he was broke man
No worries and shit
But uh, times have changed man, I got bills
My mom is in debt, what you know about that?
College loans and shit, nigga
Gotta get this money, ma