Carlos Coleman - Nightmares Of Being Broke lyrics

[Intro: Raheem DeVaughn] Los Radio Raheem DeVaughn Church on the move I see my name [Verse 1: Los] Yo I'm from a city where they stretch weight So you know I flex on GP My Rolex like a gold crest on BB's Swag like a goose with the nice fur neck Some all white Charles Barkley's with the Iceberg sweats n***a, peep the way I swerve I'm from the era of the hustlas These hustlas just making errors, don't compare us to these bustas n***as is playing scurred, that's word to my mother My n***as was throwin' birds back when Bird had a jumper It's rare what I been through, when n***as wanna rob you b**hes wanna f** you, and fans wanna clip you Dip through my hood with the roof back Just to show these kids that they could make it and that's true fact n***as screamin' welfare, God is screamin' farewell Huggin' corners til we huggin' momma from a jail cell They'll tell us anything so we won't f**ing get it I told my city I would bring us back and I did it Ya b**h [Hook: Los & Raheem DeVaughn] I represent for those light years from seeing hope (light years from seeing hope) It feel good when you right there to feed your folk (right there to feed your folk) Whether Harvard or making off with a key of coke (making off with a key of coke) This for my n***as with nightmares of being broke (this for my n***as.. broke) Nightmares of being broke This for my n***as with nightmares of being broke (this for my n***as.. broke) Nightmares of being broke This for my n***as with nightmares of being broke (this for my n***as with nightmares of being broke) [Verse 2: Los] Every shape on it fashion, got my pa**ion from the struggle Cashing out dodging n***as clashing with my hustle Masking with the muscle, past six years dog Had a slow climb back from a six year fall Like a six year crawl but dig this here dog This year I make enough to take six years off Raised on the block where the fiends came for the c**a So driven you would think my dreams came with a chauffeur Riding, tell em I'm stomping in through the door A Baltimore n***a grinding in constant pursuit of more I wish that I was raised with some odds that you could ignore Just stay rich at heart or no one will sponsor you though poor Times, stuck in my mind Often got distracted but I stuck with my grind Wa**up with my shine, I just need a little bit of sun Tell them hating n***as s** a dick, that middle finger won [Hook] [Verse 3: Raheem DeVaughn] I hustle like, 40 days Like, 40 nights Like, 40 stages Like, 40 mics We call that touching our dreams for sure I can never get comfortable, I dream for more This is Jordan in the playoffs, LeBron with a ring The overthrowing of the kingdom, becoming of a king I went from soldier to lieutenant to general Get you a day job n***a and crown me now My persona's tabernacle like goldie Better than a city than with a hood that won't know me So this gon be for every s**a n***a that owe me Wherever ya are Whoever ya are Cause I remember my broke and hungry nights n***as k**ing and trapping and rolling dice Snitches snitching til homies was given life And now we toast with that Ciroc to dreams of paradise Yeah [Hook]