Ofc Haze - Dreams 2 Reality Outro
I aint fucking with groupies
I sit back and watch movie
They laughed at me
When I was riding in a hoopdy
But when I drop they Gone be like Who Haze
Fuck you if you wasn't there
For them days
Cause All Im trying to do is get paid
Driving something real fast
While I switch lanes
Diamonds activate
When the flash Hit my chains
And aint worried about nobody
Fucking with you
Im worried about your body
We can go outta state
And Tell nobody
Put the icing from the cake
On yo body
Body shaped real good
Remind me of a mazzi
Pretty bright skin
My lil mami
I ain't a regular rapper
I aint gone lie and say I'm a trapper
But if shit get bad Ima jack ya
If you ever disrespect ima smack ya
Me and my Niggas shoot clips
No actors
Money on his head
Tell me who you after
Hit him with the last shot
Like I play for the raptors
Have his body stanking
Like some pampers
Why I go through this struggle
I need answers
Put a nigga in a bubble
Just For ransom
Shoot at a nigga leg
Have a nigga dancing
Get on the road
Shoot a trip
Out to Lansing
In two years
Im trying to be In a mansion
In a coupe with my bitch
And we matching
While sitting back high
And we laughing
With my music on
Really Just jamming
Im trying to take off just like a rocket
Im the plug bitch show me the socket
Only nigga outta HP
Thats popping
This nine to five
The reason I'm dropping
Cant go to the streets
Its not a option
I told my mama and
Mybitch Ill stop it
So this job is
My only option
I hope I get a deal
So I can just stop it
Working for the man
Is not really popping
I can really do it Nigga
Watch me
All alone at home
With no dad
Wondering where tf is he at
My brother always said
Skate to the bag
Every since then
Always had a bag
Met some snake Niggas
Stabbed me in the back
Talking tough nigga
I catch you it's bad
I want the group Nigga
Since yall so bad
Niggas sneak dissing
These Niggas is fags
Nine in the hoodie
Aim for the head
One shot up top
And he dead
Niggas tough
Til they gotta take a bid
Lie to a Bitch
Say ion need sex
But on the real bitch
Illtake the head
Cant trust niggas
Theyll leave you for dead
Cant lack nigga
Gotta keep a strap
Get a ham nigga
You know you can tax
Social And ID
Gotta match
Stay calm nigga
Thats how you get the jacks
Take to the plug
Flip it and stack
Then cool out
Lay low And relax
Get them thirsty
Bitches all off yo back
Get a real bitch
Thats gone help you and stack
I aint fucking with groupies
I sit back and watch movie
They laughed at me
When I was riding in a hoopdy
But when I drop they Gone be like Who haze
Fuck you if you wasnt there
For them days
Cause All Im trying to do is get paid
Driving something real fast
While I switch lanes
Diamonds activate
When the flash Hit my chains
And aint worried about nobody
Fucking with you
Im worried about your body
We can go outta state
And Tell nobody
Put the icing from the cake
On yo body
Body shaped real good
Remind me of a mazzi
Pretty
Bright skin
My Lil mami
Written by:
Hezekiah Clark
Publisher:
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