The Beat Bully - Dreams and Nightmares (Intro) lyrics

[Intro] Ain't this what they've been waiting for? You ready? [Verse 1] I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this In a matter of time I spent on some locked up sh** In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists See 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 tryin' to bless me, like I said achoo Like a n***a sneezed n***a please, before them triggers squeeze I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Of what we started, lil' n***a but I'm lionhearted 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 garage All foreign b**hes ménaging f**ing, s**ing, and swallowin' anything for a dollar They tell me "Get 'em!", I got 'em I did it without an album I did sh** with Mariah, lil' n***a, I'm on fire Icy as a hockey rink, Philly n***a, 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 talking 'bout my n***as, then what you talking 'bout? Gangstas move in silence, n***a, 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, f** n***a! [BEAT CHANGE] [Verse 2] Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented? Flexin' on these n***as; I'm like Popeye on his spinach Double M, yeah, 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 broke That Lambo my new b**h, she don't ride like my Ghost I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast ‘Cause these n***as want me dead And I gotta make it back home ‘Cause my momma need that bill money And my son need some milk These n***as tryin' to take my life They f** around and get k**ed You f** around, you f** around You f** around and get smoked ‘Cause these Philly n***as I brought with me Don't f** around, no joke All I know is murder, when it come to me I got young n***as that's rollin', I got n***as throwing B's I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's Every time I'm in that b**h I get to throwing 30 G's But now I'm hanging out that drop head I'm ridin' down on Collins They let my n***a earn back home, that young n***a be wildin' We young n***as and we mobbin' Like Batman and we're robbin' This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin' I'm that real n***a, what up? Real n***a, what up? If you ain't about that murder game, then p**y n***a, shut up If you diss me in your raps, I'll get your p**y a** 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, bike on twelve o'clock And they be throwing dueces on the same n***a they watch And I'm the King of my city, ‘cause I'm still calling them shots And these lames talking that bullsh** The same n***as that flopped I'm the same n***a from Berks Street With them nappy braids, that lock The same n***a that came up and I had to wait for my spot And these n***as hating on me, hoes waiting on me Still on that hood sh**, my Rolls Royce on E They gon' remember me, I say remember me So much money, have your friends turn into enemies And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories With them bricks they go from 40; ain't no 10 a key Hold up! Broke n***a turn rich, love the game like Mitch; and if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still s** my dick? It was something 'bout that Rollie When it first touched my wrist Had me feeling like that dope boy When he first touched that brick; I'm gone