Heem Team4L - No Dreams

Hush baby, I ain't ask for yo 2 cents
Can you rub my neck right there? It's a lil tense
Why you saying no? I could've asked her no offense
It's 11 bitches in my phone, shout out Carson Wentz
Or Kyrie, the way I got 'em on a leash
If you reach, best believe I'm gone teach
Different move every fucking day of the week
Smoking good bag, so you know my shit gone reek
Imma sit back, watch me float on this beat
With yo bitch, we at Juicy eating crab meat
Running laps, and I bet you still don't pass Heem
I got bitches all flavors, like I'm selling Ice Cream
I ain't gotta lie baby I ain't selling no dreams
Take you back stage introduce you to the whole team
I ain't gotta lie baby I ain't selling no dreams
Take you back stage introduce you to the whole team
Ion rap about shit I ain't got yet
So if yo bitch in my songs, when you want her back
Amongst peers in the stu it's competition
Yea hit her first night that's a small victory
Smoke two O's, on a three day trip
Spark the gas with the hemp like a candle stick
She sending texts to my phone like can you handle this
City of angels where I go just to smoke my weed
Gang put him on a tee if he fw heem
Yea I got hoes but pussy not important
Focused on the money like I took a pic with portrait
Hang my Jersey in the rafters like I'm Jordan
Diadora on my feet yeah, that's what I'm sporting
Took her on a date, got damn baby gorgeous

Written by:
Justin Robinson, Rafael Turner Jr.

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