Meek Mill - Dreams Nightmares lyrics

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Meek Mill - Dreams Nightmares lyrics

Ain't this what they've been waiting for? You ready? 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 tryna 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 hated when I was departed I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garage Got foreign b**hes menaging, f**in', s**in', 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 fly-er 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, it can't even fit in the parking spot You ain't talkin' bout my n***as then what you talkin' 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 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'll ride like my Ghost I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toes '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 tryna take my life, they f** around get k**ed You f** around, you f** around, you f** around, get smoked 'Cause these Philly n***as I brought with me don't f** around, no joke All I know is murder, when it comes to me I got young n***as that's rollin' I got n***as throwin' B's I done did the DOAs I done did the KODs Every time I'm in that b**h I get to throwin' 30 G's Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding down on Collins They like, my n***a back home that young n***a be wildin' We young n***as and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin 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 yo' 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 deuces 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 ya friends turn into enemies And with these 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