JaySoCray - Dream of a Dream

Now what's with all that Christian Dior
Niggas still making real shit anymore
I don't need a wish, I tell her leave the kids cause a nigga need a kiss when he's bored
Get it how you wanna live, don't rush it if you still live in yo' mamma crib
I'm in the hills where Obama live, taking fan mail pictures with Obama kids, yeah
I seen a bad lil' jawn at the spot, I call her Advil, I wanted to pop
Now she getting all mad cause a nigga with the want it or not
I told her breathe for a little, she don't want me to stop shit
It's for the bread, we ain't got no towels but she fucking up the bed
Love the way it feels, she been working on her head
Aye, what's the point of text if I leave you on read
What's the point of sex if I peep on you Fred, Chris, Joe shit, I notice
Pussy like the plug and it goes, quick
But life like a drug and I o-dee, you know me
My guns play the two or the three, it's great shots when you shooting with me
I heard somebody called the cops now they shooting at me
But let me take it to the top like I'm shooting a three

Dream of a dream, soul of the peace
Hold up and see, you'll know that it's me
Blood go for blood and this scope don't release
Love on the sheets and she hold'em for me
My vision is pain, the grain is the same
I change no remote, my name is vein
Praise to the highest I made it insane
Life on the line so I made it with chains
Dream of a dream, soul of the peace
Hold up and see, you'll know that it's me
Blood go for blood and this scope don't release
Love on the sheets and she hold'em for me
My vision is pain, the grain is the same
I change no remote, my name is vein
Praise to the highest I made it insane
Life on the line so I made it with chains

Plenty of bosses had to switch roles with em
Rose gold denims, Jay no Hov in him
Blood lines further than the first word linen
Word got to him that the Rolls Royce hit him
Oliver Van Dam, this killer got a hell of a plan
Niggas tripping off a hell of a Xan
My niggas getting to the chicken like a settlement plan
It's cold in this world go and settle for tans and bad hoes on the beaches
My soul is for creatures, leeches, niggas get exposed for the creeping
I could feel him fold from the creases, demon on my shoulder release him
I broke through the cement
I speak to teachers, hustle for the money why the killed Nipsey
Niggas from the jungle really still with me
I'm living like a pacifist, but disrespect and I might pass a fist
We get into it like an activists
These niggas buggin' really trippin' on some acting shit
Cray

Written by:
Jarius Hosier

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