Lil Dream - Outkast

If you knew better do better
I done got too clever I went a fool with the work
I got a new bezel went to a new level
Still got the tool in the shirt
Get to the bottom of shit
We be digging the scene like its jewels in the dirt
There's money to get and there's problems to solve
And my nigga you could be first
I could lose it all today and I could get it back tonight
I keep the bitches acting right 3 dips and I swipe
Need the dips with my chip
Got a brick on my wrist
Went down bad once
Now I been on my shit
I was down on my dick I ain't been back since
Money did a backflip put it in a mattress
New whip black tint foreign corner get bent
New money get spent you was the man back then

Damn homie you was the man homie
You had a plan homie you looking bad now
We stacking bands up you got your hand out
Got beef for what bitch I'm a cash cow
Mask down mask down, yea
Ran down its man down, yea
I walk in and stand out, yea

Whoa

Money on the way now
It's get down or lay down
Ain't been with the bullshit
Preach like a pulpit
Aim with the full clip
Brrrrr stick em
I think that's him bro
Pull up hit him
Oh don't miss him
4 gon' hit him
K gon' catch his bro rode with him
Choppa, draco, AR pistol
We gon' shoot til no more's in em

If you knew better do better
I done got too clever I went a fool with the work
I got a new bezel went to a new level
Still got the tool in the shirt
Get to the bottom of shit
We be digging the scene like its jewels in the dirt
There's money to get and there's problems to solve
And my nigga you could be first
I could lose it all today and I could get it back tonight
I keep the bitches acting right 3 dips and I swipe
Need the dips with my chip
Got a brick on my wrist
Went down bad once
Now I been on my shit
I was down on my dick I ain't been back since
Money did a backflip put it in a mattress
New whip black tint foreign corner get bent
New money get spent you was the man back then

Chrome Hearts cost a couple blue tags
Poppa got a brand new bag
She ain't want you and you mad, yea
Fuck her in a brand new Jag, yea
Got a new old coupe and its fast, yea
Hundred dollar eighth my gas, yea
Don't walk up too fast, yea
I got a XD RAWR in my bag

Written by:
Darren Hanible

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