Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams & Nightmares Intro

Ain't this what been waiting for?
You

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme this
So I had to grind like to shine like this
In a of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers
I'm gettin' cream, let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and hated when I was
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an
No crawling, went straight to walkin' with cars in my garage
Got bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did shit with
nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-er
I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in to the parking lot
so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a
Was on my grind and now I got I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Martin y'all thought it was rented?
on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my with my hands strapped around my toes
these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
'Cause my momma need that bill and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get
'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the DOAs I done did the
Every time I'm in that bitch I get to 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding on Collins
like, my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin'
We young and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin
2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, real what up
If you ain't about murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get pussy ass stuck up
When you in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city I'm still calling them shots
And these talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, waiting on me
Still on hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
gon' remember me, I say remember me
So much have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I my enemies to memories
With them they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, the game like Mitch
And if I leave you them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my
Had me feeling like that boy when he first touched that brick
I'm