SelfMadeKool - Dreams

SelfMadeKool nigga
Ay, Rick and Thad
For my dawg
That street dream really made a these
I always wanted to be a rich boy
But I never got the Lac on the D's
Instead I stashed some cash and bought a Beamer
Used to bitches latchin' on me
Had my first kid at 16
With my nigga gettin' to some cheddar
And then my dawg got Swiss cheese
And that had me traumatized
Cause I never seen no one body drop
I'm fightin' tears back in my eyes
My dawg on my line like is we gon' slide
Cause you gotta make up your mind
As the chills creepin' up my spine
All my nigga wanted was to shine
And a nigga hated on his light
And a nigga asked me one more time
Is you gon' ride or let it die? Nah
Bullets blow through the breeze
Trigger squeeze, niggas bleed
I seen blood on the leaves
From niggas dead in the street
As the tires screech
I heard somebody scream
I had to get back for my dawg
All he wanted was some cream
So nigga
get money
All I know is get money
(get money)
Fuck them bitches, get money
(get money)
Yeah
Still livin' like a king
Every time you see me bling, bling
I get money (get money)
Tell them niggas, get money (get money)
Fuck them bitches, get money (get money)
Yeah
Still livin' like a king
Every time you see me bling, bling
Through the rain
Through the snow
Through the sleet
Til the sun, shinin' on my pain
I'm an artist, darlin', let me paint
Still the hardest nigga in the paint
Irregardless what a nigga think
I'm everything you niggas ain't
Goin' places niggas can't
Fuckin' bitches you couldn't pay
Only laughin' at the bank
It's SelfMadeKool, nothin' to lose
Step in this bitch like it's somethin' to prove
And to keep it a hundred
I keep my blick on me
I spent too much money
To run in these shoes
Bout a backend, nigga fronting on who?!
Oh
When I step in this bitch, nigga
Give me the loot
Don't call me Chris, but I'm big in the booth
It was all a dream
Wanted to be on cover of a magazines
But bullets blow through the breeze
Triggers squeeze , niggas bleed
I seen blood on the leaves
Nigga dead in the street
Tire screech, heard somebody scream
Man, I had to get back for my dog
All he wanted to be was a king, nigga
Get money
All I know is get money
Fuck them bitches, get money
Yeah
Still livin' like a king
Every time you see me, bling, bling
I get money
Tell them niggas, get money
Fuck them bitches, get money
Yeah
Still livin' like a king
Every time you see me, bling, bling
Every time you see me, bling, bling

Written by:
Reginald Dixon

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