Dreams of a Foreign Car
Sold My yeezys for the worldstar
Ughh
And got jerked like a Hand Job
But Invested in me so we wouldn't Starve
Ahhh
Was bumping whoa by black rob
When realized one day that ill be a rap god
City of dreams
Where young n***as act hard
And all the bad b**hes grew up to be trash broads
Ahhh
Got a squad with all jordans on it
Me and my n***as on the train
Cause im touring off it
To different cities
Different towns
Never outta bounds
Balling to the buzzer blow
Or the clock sounds
Ahhh
Made n***a catch me when im out
But doing better then these n***as on the school route
With no discredit i beheaded all the competition
f** a Feature on a blog
This for a pot to piss in
Dont get me wrong i hope the world listen
Tired of selling kicks
When all my n***as selling bricks
The way the sneaker game going
Its the same flip
Same struggle
Different hustle
All the same sh**
[ Hook ]
f** yo City cause im repping mine
Ahh
(3x)
This that NY state of Mind
[ Verse 2 ]
Destine for greatness
Only thing i need to work on
Is language and lateness
Trying get out this basement
Trying move to a loft
My flow as sick as a cough
Even my b**h is a boss
f** with my click and get tossed
Im from the plains n***as
Ain't nothing change n***a
Just got some change
So i copped me some rings n***a
Gold plated
Yo ho favorite
She loving the crew
I was writing all them times
Ya had nothing to do
Like
Ahh
I had Dreams of a foreign car
Then sold my yeezy 2s for the worldstar
Ahh
Then got jerked by a bad b**h
Ahhh
Who seen my video on worldstar
Ahhh
f** wrong with these rap dudes
I spend they whole budget on fitteds and cat food
BX n***a the fames cool
But cash rules
Ain't with the Bs
I inked my body with tattoos
Dont get me wrong i hope the world listen
The young bull
Im MJ in my Scottie Pippens
Pray for my forgiveness
And hope the lord grant it
Cause everyday has been a struggle on this f**ing planet
Nahhh