Fahwill & B.$.P. - Dreamin'

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I was raised at the bottom
They told me I'd never leave it
Tried to feed me all these lies
But I don't need dye to see it
I peep it all in ya sequence
You moving carrying secrets
I'm loaded carrying Phoenix
Adopted, it's love I mean it
I was top floor dreaming
Tryna figure it out
Like I'm here to guide the culture
I ain't in this for clout
Yeah, I like to keep it Kosher
Boy, you know what I'm bout
And I don't play the juice and soda
But my dawgs don't run out
Need hits on top of hits
That's plaques on side of walls
Take trips on top of trips
Fuck maps, I'm getting lost with myself
With my
With my
Yeah
Watch how I'm coming back
All these lines hitting too smooth
This song a kilo
We don't like drop top that
We slide in helo's
We put the funds all in a fund
Y'all flexing C-notes
Tried to get you out of that race
I ain't no hero
A disconnection with yourself
Will cause a false reflection
Please don't play yourself
And try to press it
When you in my presence
I'll teach you how to do it
Smoke you smoothly, end of lesson
What you thought I wasn't bout it
First subject never press it, c'mon
And we pour a little out
For the ones that couldn't make it
That's all our lost soldiers and loved ones
Still the greatest
I'm holding onto all of our moments
And I ain't changing for life
And I remember all them times
We was hiding work in the basement
Up like we on call
Did the most for basics
You could never stomach most the things
We did to make it, alright
Well aright
Grind until I make it
Stay humble
I'm waiting patient
Hate you 'til you famous
Left me out when I was nameless
Manifested into greatness
In my mind just like the matrix
I could tell they wanted more
VS diamonds on they bracelets
This is all we really know
They risky chances, but we take 'em
I will never drop the ball
For the city, I embrace it
I've been dreaming of a mansion
And my brothers on yachts
Take a trip to Bora Bora
Then go back to the block
Two-two three's to get em stepping
Like he dancin' to Pop
Smith and Wesson with extensions
Get 'em shook out his socks
Lethal weapon in the trenches
And this shit got a stock
Shawty knocked over my cup
She gotta lick up the wok
Get bitch on top of bitch
That's hoes on top of hoes
More hits on top of hits
Run laps around these folks
My shit don't ever miss
This shit moving like dope
My niggas ain't never quit
So the money will never fold
In the booth with clips
I never run out of ammo
He ain't wanna wear all black
He wanted to slide in camo
To make them niggas light candles
These situations get handled
They ride around with a hammer
To leave them niggas in shambles
The hottest with no exception
The closest thing to perfection
I'm Lethal like an injection
Your honor there's no objection
On god
On god

Written by:
Brandon Robinson, Faheem Williams

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