(Intro)Come on let's get it!Yeah, nigga, my album comin'Dreams worth more than money niggaThis mother fuckin' summerI been gettin' so much mofuckin' money niggaFuckin' all these bitches upI think I done took a year offStill snappin', thoughA lot of niggas fallin' offWe ain't doing nothin', but gettin' stronger, niggaNew deals, new money, double MG, dreamchaserLet's get it!(Verse)My man got booked with a stone of whiteIf they make his bail a 'mil, he coming home tonightI went from standing on them corners, jumping on the flightsTalking jumping out of Bentleys, jumping on them bikesMiddle of the jungle no strap, ice onNiggas pussy in the dark, let's turn them lights onI used to sleep on the same floors the mice onNow it's Italian marble, moon walking like Mike doingRest in peace to Mike, I rest in peace the mikeI pop a couple percs, I drink that Easter SpriteIts levels to this shit, dog you won't believe my lifePeanut butter jelly on a french toast, eating rightChampagne gargling, everything is marvelous62 Maybach, I can barely park the shitGot these rappers scared see em' shaking like it's ParkinsonsIf they said my name they got flamed, I'm the arsonistA man don't eat he gonna starve, a man gonna starve, then he gonna dieI know that they gonna try, that's whyI stay strapped with a brand new mac and it's 45So when they jump fast, better whistle like offsidesCause I'm from Philly, we'll eat your cheese steakI told Diddy, I ain't walking for no cheesecakeCause the jeweler making the band with the freeze faceI'm on now, I got neighbors like in 3 states(Verse)Do it for the vine, I ain't gonna do itLets talk about the time when I use to go through itNappy ass braids, with the cold shootersWe was playing with razors before they had the little scootersShit, I walked in with my Pumas on, you ain't even know itThese a million dollar pair of sneaks nigga,You ain't even know it!Said Reebok dropped Ross, we ain't even know itCause he went and brought that Bentley Breitling,He ain't even show itAt 21 I wanted to pop a bottle!At 22 I wanted the hottest model!At 23 I wanted the Rolls-Royce!So what you think I did, I went and fucking got itI hit my hood, niggas looking fucking sourThey see me rolling and I be like you fucking cowardsI just want to ball, spending the quarter on y'allJust take a look at my car, you don't remember I starvedI want it all!Back in the day, packing the KAll that hate I made that go awayI do you dirty take you back to the APut in the verse like that Mac in your faceAnd Philly nigga, I'm mac in the bayI'm all beast still killing shit, I'm speaking all street still killing shitHurricane, first week, I still killed the shitIntro been out like a year and I'm still killing shit(Fact!)Dreams worth more than money on the way, nigga
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