Kanye West, Pusha T - Dreamin Of The Past lyrics

(I was dreamin' of the past)
It's levels, it's layers, so
Pray for the players
Uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh
(And my heart was beatin' fast)
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, "Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"

Bruh, you niggas ain't flexin'
You crampin'
My weight keepin' niggas on
The bikes like Amblin
Weight loss, rent loss, scramblin'
(I began to lose control)
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My niggas get money, get money
Get money like Ye samplin'
(I began to lose control)
Gun stutter
Make the drum line like Grambling
MGM gamblin', blew a small mansion
(I was dreamin' of the past)
Annoyed 'cause this bitch
Callin' Lanvin "Laen-ven"
Fuck who you stampin'
Them niggas just stand-ins
(And my heart was beatin' fast)
Not me, they censor and block me
You hollerin'
"Top five" I only see top me
Award shows the only way you
Bitches could rob me
(I was dreamin' of the past)

It's levels, it's layers, so
Pray for the players
Uh
Clip 'em, baby, if he flinch
At the price of Bottega
Uh
(And my heart was beatin' fast)
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, "Gimme" he got plenty, yeah

Bruh, you niggas ain't drip, you dryin'
Kevlar in his Balenciaga jacket linin'
You and your bitch income combinin'
(I began to lose control)
I'm sending' Lorraine Schwartz
Diamond minin'
Find 'em, I came up with Enzo drifters
(I began to lose control)
So you gotta understand there's a difference
There's window stickers and window lickers
(I was dreamin' of the past)
You know the type
Always tryna get in your picture
I was tryna get the dope through
In your sister
(And my heart was beatin' fast)
We won baggin' up the work
Wouldn't be no dishes
Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no kisses
Made a way for ourselves, we
Ain't need no wishes
Hah
(I was dreamin' of the past)

It's levels, it's layers, so
Pray for the players
Uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas
(And my heart was beatin' fast)
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, "Gimme" he got plenty, yeah

Walk it down like Brady
Gets better with time
Didn't have to reinvent the wheel
Just a better design
Critics, he's out of his mind, haters
He's outta his prime
(I began to lose control)
Yet, always where the money's
At like lottery signs
Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind
(I began to lose control)
I was bored by these albums
So it gotta be time
No reward for the latter, so it gotta be mine
(I was dreamin' of the past)
Huff and Puff in the club
Then I gotta be Shyne

Properties all across the board
This monopoly's mine
(And my heart was beatin' fast)
'Came a minister in my prime
So I gotta be Shyne
I used to watch The Fresh Prince and
Pray the house would be mine
Coulda bought it but I ain't like
The way the kitchen design
(I was dreamin' of the past)
Born in the manger, the son of a stranger
When daddy's not home
The family's in danger
(And my heart was beatin' fast)

I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, "Gimme" he got plenty, yeah