Meek Mill - Dreams and Nightmares (Intro) lyrics

Ain't this what they've been waitin' for?
You ready? Uh, uh

I used to pray for times like this
To rhyme like this so I had to grind like
That to shine like this
And the matter of time I
Spent on some locked-up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon
Cuffs locked on wrists
Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the
Game and I said, "yeah, i do"
If you want it you gotta see
It with a clear-eyed view got a shorty
She tryna bless me like I said achoo
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please
'fore them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream
Never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started


Lil' nigga but I'm lion hearted
They love me when I was stuck
And they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless
Draw it like I'm an artist
No crawlin', went straight to walkin'
With foreigns in my garages
All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin'
Suckin' and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em
I got 'em i did it without an album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil' nigga, I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga
I'm flyer when I bought the Rolls Royce
They thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater
Rest in peace hater, rest in peace
Rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big
Can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas
Then what you talkin' 'bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga
And I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve
Fuck nigga! Maybach Music

Hold up, wait a minute (Minute)
Y'all thought I was finished? (Whoa)
When I bought that Aston Martin
Y'all thought it was rented? (yeah)
Flexin' on these niggas
I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my
Team, Rozay the captain, i'm lieutenant
I’m the type to count a million
Cash then grind like I’m broke
That Lambo' my new bitch
She don't ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my
Hand strapped on my toast
'Cause these niggas want me dead and
I gotta make it back home
'Cause my mama need that bill money
My son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my
Life, they fuck around, get killed
You fuck around, you fuck
Around, you fuck around, get smoked
'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with
Me don't fuck around, no joke, no
All I know is murder, when it come to me
I got young niggas that's rollin'
I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's
Every time I'm in that bitch
I get to throwin' 30 G's
But now I'm hangin' out that drop head
I'm ridin' down on Collins (Skrrt)
They let my nigga Ern back home
That young nigga be wildin' (Let's go)
We young niggas, we mobbin' (Mobbin')
Like Batman and we're robbin' (Whoa)
This two door Maybach with
My seat all reclinin'
I'm like, "Real nigga, what up? Real nigga
What up?" if you ain't about that murder
Game, then pussy nigga, shut up!
If you diss me in your raps
I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood
No that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA at
That Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet
Like that little engine I could
Boy, I slide down on your block
(Block) , bike on 12 o'clock (Rah)
And they be throwin' deuces on
The same nigga they watch (Meek Milly)
And I'm the king of my city
'cause I'm still callin' them shots
And these lames talkin' that bullshit
The same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks
Street with them nappy braids, that lock
The same nigga that came up and I
Had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hatin' on me
Hoes waitin' on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say remember me
So much money
Have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies
And when there’s beef
I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go for 40
Ain't no 10 a key
Hold up, broke nigga turned rich
(Rich) , love the game like Mitch
And if I leave
You think them pretty hoes gon'
Still suck my dick?
It was somethin' 'bout that Rollie when
It first touched my wrist
Had me feelin' like that dope boy
When he first touched that brick i'm gone
Woo!