Heph Major and Baadass Bukk - Dreams

Had a couple dreams
See I had a couple dreams, uh
I had a couple dreams
Say I had a couple dreams
Yeah, I had a couple dreams
Uh, said I had a couple dreams
Said I had a couple dreams
(Ya boy, Heph Major)

I had a dream I would make it off the block
But I ended up sellin' rocks with my hand up on the Glock
And I ain't never been a bird 'cause real bitches never flock
I just stay puttin' in that work, can watch me tick it like a clock
I ain't never been a chef but I just learned to whip the pots
Learned the hustle from my moms, I learned the game from my pops
See I was only five when my moms was gettin' locked
Used to watch her from the glass, my nose fillin' up with snot
I always been a fly bitch not a bird or a thot
I'm the realest in the shit, yeah, nigga, fuck you thought?
Ain't no bitch can take my spot, from the bottom to the top
See I been holdin' shit down and I ain't never gonna stop
I'm certified just check my resume
Heavy bitch in this game and all these bitches featherweight
They claim to pop shit, a real bitch'll never hesitate
Headin' to the top watch me levitate
Watch me do it best, let me demonstrate

Mm, dreams of leavin' the block
But instead I end up sellin' them rocks
It's real shit
You either claimin' gang-gang
Or on your hoop shit
I learned to hoop shit
And watch these niggas shoot shit
'Cause where I'm from
Niggas ain't playin' no truth shit
My niggas throwin it up
We ain't gotta prove shit
Mm, dreams of leavin' the block
But instead I end up sellin' them rocks
It's real shit

I never met a nigga put a ring on it
But I got some down niggas, throw the bling on it
Put the powder in the pot and watch the bling on it
Bitches think they sick until I bing-bing on it
I rather have my hands in before my hands out
My hands tied these bitches lookin' for a hand out
My mother show me what a milli' worth, the hands 'bout
My father told me to be mili' never brag 'bout
Money ain't shit and I been woppin' piles of it
I'm on a marathon and I'm runnin' miles on it
We bring the Ps in, just put the styles on it
I concurred tribulations been facin' trials of it
Uh, I'm certified just add a stamp
A real bitch is all up on the map
I might slip, but never crack
Like I was steppin', sold crack
And I did a little time for some days that I ain't never gettin' back

Dreams of leavin' the block
But instead I end up sellin' them rocks
It's real shit
You either claimin' gang-gang
Or on your hoop shit
I learned to hoop shit
And watch these niggas shoot shit
'Cause where I'm from
Niggas ain't playin' no truth shit
My niggas throwin it up
We ain't gotta prove shit
Mm, dreams of leavin' the block
But instead I end up sellin' them rocks
It's real shit

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