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Dreams and Nightmares

Dreams and Nightmares

Meek Mill


Ain't this what they've been waitin' for?

You ready? Uh, uh

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this

So I had to grind like that to shine like this

And a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit

In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists

See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true

It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"

If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view

Got shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo

Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze

I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between

Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted

They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I was departed

I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist

No crawlin', went straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garages

All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'

Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em

I did it without an album

I did shit with Mariah

Lil' nigga, I'm on fire

Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer

When I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased

Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace

Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot

Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot

You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?

Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot

I don't say a word, I don't say a word

Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga (Maybach Music)

Hold up, wait a minute (minute), y'all thought I was finished? (Whoa)

When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented? (Yeah)

Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach

Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant

I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke

That Lambo' my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost

I'm ridin' 'round my city with my hands strapped on my toast

'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home

'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk

These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed

You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked

'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no

All I know is murder, when it come to me

I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's

I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's

Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' thirty G's

But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins (skrrt)

They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin' (let's go)

We young niggas, we mobbin' (mobbin'), like Batman and we're robbin' (whoa)

In this two-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'

I'm like, "Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?"

If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up

If you diss me in your raps, I'll get your pussy-ass stuck up

When you touchdown in my hood, no, that tour life ain't good

Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood

With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could

Boy, I slide down on your block (block), bike on 12 o'clock (rah)

And they be throwin' deuces, I'm the same nigga they watch (Meek Milly)

And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots

And these lames talkin' that bullshit, the same niggas that flopped

I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock

The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot

And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me

Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E

They gon' remember me, I say remember me

So much money, have your friends turn to your enemies

And when there's beef, I turn my enemies to memories

Weigh them bricks, they go for forty, ain't no ten a ki

Hold up, broke nigga turned rich (rich), love the game like Mitch

And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?

It was somethin' 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist

Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick

I'm gone


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