Qa'Von - Vivid Dreams

Vivid dreams of getting richer
My mind is different
Can't settle for a hundred racks
Nigga I need bigger
Fucked up my money a couple times
Though I ain't know no better
Need "L" to spell life nigga
So I'll take my lessons
Mind getting older
Streets getting colder
Cut some bullshit out the circle
Na we can finally focus
I den conquered everything
Yet a nigga still can't breathe
Can't call on you niggas
Y'all call me for everything
But, I ain trippin' God got me
I have good intentions
Lost my faith a couple times
But prayed for new beginnings
These niggas weird
Don't want success
They rather boast for bitches
With time comes wisdom my dawg
One day you'll finally get it
Devil dancing on my shoulder
So, I know I'm getting closer
Fuck being a Casanova
Feed the family is the goal and
Bentley coupe up in the hills
Something like a vivid dream
And I can't stand still for shit
I need everything
Do you ever get the feeling that you're nonexistent
Phony niggas all around, tend to keep my distance
No one to talk to so I'm hoping God really listening
Cut some loved ones off cause they ain never respect the vision
Time ticking, time ticking
What we waiting on
Young nigga boss up
I swear the world is yours
Never been petty nigga
Yeah, what's mine is yours
I need precious stone countertops
And marble floors
Yeah, and tell them niggas fuck that clout chasing
We tunnel vision over here
While y'all embrace the hating
I'm tryna pass wealth down into my generations
You rather be a sorry nigga on a plantation
Above it all I remain sane
Penny Boy Campaign
We in a different lane
I den came a long way to be viewed as vain
So, when niggas see me out better respect the name
Yeah, speaking facts I hope they really feel me
Had some demons trapped inside but God den really healed me
His chick say she like my vibe and my swag on milli
Now he wanna kill me, need to kill his own misery
I know you want the hoes and designer clothes
But it's best to chase ya goals and double ya dough
Fuck kicking down doors and hitting these stores
We gone show the world why young niggas was chose
Trippin, yeah these hoes stay trippin'
Old chick on my line, guess she figured what she missing
Fuck love I'm on a mission
I'm in need of those digits
You can get a seat at the table nigga
If you feeling optimistic
Yeah, and ion really come from much
But I ain crying about shit
Ima grind until I'm up
With the niggas who I trust
Those my brothers, not no friends
Ain't no ifs, and, or buts
Must get it in the end nigga, facts
Numb Soul nigga

Written by:
Qa'Von J

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