Dreamin - J. Stalin

Dreamin - J. Stalin

Альбом
Return of the Body Snatchers
Год
2013
Язык
`İngilizce`
Длительность
170680

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Dreamin

J. Stalin

City of death homicide on every corner

Eight in the mornin' I’m at the mall tryna buy some Jordans

Call me a hoarder tennis shoes everywhere

But when you sellin' coke you don’t have a care

I’m talkin Peruvian pure coke white as Cher

Got it in the trunk like a spare tire

Money on his head that’s murder for hire

I seen a fiend sell his soul for a dime rock

Then he came right back and sold his son’s XBox

I pray to the Lord this shit gotta stop

Everybody walkin' around with tools on repo

Speakin' in code, tryna get the line on the kilos

They tappin' phones and tryna give us to RICO

I’m tryna get rich and give back to the people

CEO, no nigga you ain’t my equal

See before I can see the fake in you

Cause you never act like a real nigga do

Niggas talkin' to knocks throwin' surprise parties

But we ready for the beef nigga Arbie’s

Livewire MC you see us on them Harley’s

Yeah, it was me (nord?) and bang bang

Nigga tryna make a mil a day

Lyin' on my side, in my hand there’s a grenade

On the corner grindin' since the tenth grade

Cause I don’t like to dream about gettin' paid

Cause I don’t like to dream about gettin' paid

40 on my side in my hand there’s a grenade

Still sellin' dope, since the tenth grade

Cause I don’t like to dream about, gettin' paid

Cause I don’t like to dream about, gettin' paid

Money on my mind, landlord at the door

Tryna kick a nigga out cause I’m sellin' dope

Import export money in the transaction

Bangers on me always killas in my fuckin' faction

You niggas savin' bitches like Action Jackson

These hoes settin' niggas up and ask 'em what happened

He gotta have it my nigga and he just can’t kick it

Therefore, his digits is limited

Livin life wicked tryna touch a meal ticket

Get it on the streets then send it to the niggas in prison

Cause I can see you fake niggas through this tunnel vision

Disloyal see a nigga shot and then his blood boil

In the kitchen my mama cookin' it to the oil

Get the birds cross state, to the Georgetown (?)

Now I’m in the Porsche, it feel like 500 horses

Now I’m in the Porsche, it feel like 500 horses

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