2real Chain - Daydreaming

Yeah
I'm fighting these demons
They fighting my soul
This world get cold when a nigga get broke
These niggas gone switch this time I know
Yeah
They call my phone bet I don't go
Yeah
Give me a ghost and I'm good
Guts leather on wood
Hop out a ghost in the hood
Hop out a ghost in a mansion
All my niggas going randy
And they savage like randy
Couple warrants outstanding
We gone take care of those
Momma crying snot nose
Can't wait till the diamonds on her dancing
Momma look how they stare
I bet it's cause the Montclair
Put my momma in a fur coat
Put my baby in a mink one
Big Bentley with the stars in it
Brookland probably pink one
More money cars and big yards, my broad go hard for me dawg
She don't fuck with these niggas she racist
I gave her theat tennis bracelet
Stuck my feet inside these streets and got my bread know what I'm saying
Kept my head on all my goals and kept going fed know I'm saying
Fuck good luck don't need that shit can't break my leg know what I'm saying
White girl good head know what I'm saying
Her face turn red know what I'm saying
I know I swept you off your feet
I made you to a beast
I know these niggas can't wait for me and you to be deceased
bachenadorfs on cartier
Only real niggas party here
I can pull up everywhere
I'm just tryna' have a better year
I'm just tryna' live my best life
Fuck her once got head twice
Left her stuck in the headlights
Meanwhile I'm on road
High fiving with the bro's
It was only me and dough then
Now the whole world zoned in
Wanna know where I'm going
Wanna know where I'm coming from
Think it's sweet nigga dead wrong
Yeah
At least I know I got my head on
I'm fighting these demons they fighting my soul
Yeah
This world get cold when a nigga get broke
Yeah
These niggas gone switch this time I know
Yeah
They call my phone bet I don't go
Yeah
I'm fighting these demons they fighting my soul
Yeah
This world get cold when a nigga get broke
Yeah
These niggas gone switch this time I know
Yeah
They call my phone bet I don't go
Yeah
I ain't going out fa none of that
I'm just tryna' get 100 bands
I'm just tryna' run my paper up
I just wanna' pay my momma back
Niggas left me in the cold
Stayed cool never froze
Guess he thought he was gone pick on me
Introduced him to the big homie
Take a loss off one of these niggas it can't go down like that
Niggas seen how I went broke and then they turned they back
Turn emotion right back into music
If I don't use it then I know ima lose it
Mind ya' bidness what the hell is you doing
Bankroll what the fuck I'm pursuing

Written by:
Jordan Veazia

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