J. Stalin - Dreamin' lyrics
[J. Stalin - Dreamin' lyrics]
City of death homicide on every corner
Eight in the mornin' I'm at the
Mall tryna buy some Jordans
Call me a hoarder tennis shoes everywhere
But when you sellin' coke you
Don't have a care
I'm talkin Peruvian pure coke white as Cher
Got it in the trunk like a spare tire
Money on his head that's murder for hire
I seen a fiend sell his soul for a dime rock
Then he came right back and
Sold his son's XBox
I pray to the Lord this shit gotta stop
Everybody walkin' around with tools on repo
Speakin' in code
Tryna get the line on the kilos
They tappin' phones and tryna give us to RICO
I'm tryna get rich and give
Back to the people
CEO, no nigga you ain't my equal
See before I can see the fake in you
Cause you never act like a real nigga do
Niggas talkin' to knocks
Throwin' surprise parties
But we ready for the beef nigga Arbie's
Livewire MC you see us on them Harley's
Yeah, it was me (nord?) and bang bang
Nigga tryna make a mil a day
Lyin' on my side
In my hand there's a grenade
On the corner grindin' since the tenth grade
Cause I don't like to
Dream about gettin' paid
Cause I don't like to
Dream about gettin' paid
40 on my side in my hand there's a grenade
Still sellin' dope, since the tenth grade
Cause I don't like to dream about
Gettin' paid
Cause I don't like to dream about
Gettin' paid
Money on my mind, landlord at the door
Tryna kick a nigga out cause I'm sellin' dope
Import export money in the transaction
Bangers on me always killas
In my fuckin' faction
You niggas savin' bitches like Action Jackson
These hoes settin' niggas up and
Ask 'em what happened
He gotta have it my nigga and
He just can't kick it
Therefore, his digit's is limited
Livin life wicked tryna touch a meal ticket
Get it on the streets then send
It to the niggas in prison
Cause, I can see you fake
Niggas through this tunnel vision
Disloyal see a nigga shot and
Then his blood boil
In the kitchen my mama cookin' it to the oil
Get the birds cross state, to the Georgetown
Now I'm in the Porsche
It feel like 500 horses
Now I'm in the Porsche
It feel like 500 horses
Eight in the mornin' I'm at the
Mall tryna buy some Jordans
Call me a hoarder tennis shoes everywhere
But when you sellin' coke you
Don't have a care
I'm talkin Peruvian pure coke white as Cher
Got it in the trunk like a spare tire
Money on his head that's murder for hire
I seen a fiend sell his soul for a dime rock
Then he came right back and
Sold his son's XBox
I pray to the Lord this shit gotta stop
Everybody walkin' around with tools on repo
Speakin' in code
Tryna get the line on the kilos
They tappin' phones and tryna give us to RICO
I'm tryna get rich and give
Back to the people
CEO, no nigga you ain't my equal
See before I can see the fake in you
Cause you never act like a real nigga do
Niggas talkin' to knocks
Throwin' surprise parties
But we ready for the beef nigga Arbie's
Livewire MC you see us on them Harley's
Yeah, it was me (nord?) and bang bang
Nigga tryna make a mil a day
Lyin' on my side
In my hand there's a grenade
On the corner grindin' since the tenth grade
Cause I don't like to
Dream about gettin' paid
Cause I don't like to
Dream about gettin' paid
40 on my side in my hand there's a grenade
Still sellin' dope, since the tenth grade
Cause I don't like to dream about
Gettin' paid
Cause I don't like to dream about
Gettin' paid
Money on my mind, landlord at the door
Tryna kick a nigga out cause I'm sellin' dope
Import export money in the transaction
Bangers on me always killas
In my fuckin' faction
You niggas savin' bitches like Action Jackson
These hoes settin' niggas up and
Ask 'em what happened
He gotta have it my nigga and
He just can't kick it
Therefore, his digit's is limited
Livin life wicked tryna touch a meal ticket
Get it on the streets then send
It to the niggas in prison
Cause, I can see you fake
Niggas through this tunnel vision
Disloyal see a nigga shot and
Then his blood boil
In the kitchen my mama cookin' it to the oil
Get the birds cross state, to the Georgetown
Now I'm in the Porsche
It feel like 500 horses
Now I'm in the Porsche
It feel like 500 horses