LYRICS
作词 : Dashawn Robertson/Noah Barco/Eduardo Hernández
作曲 : Dashawn Robertson/Noah Barco/Eduardo Hernández
[Intro]
Do you want smoke?
You want all the smoke
Bando on the 808s goin' crazy
Said "Dreams come true"
Don't be mad, they gotta pay me too
These niggas hate me too
Ay, I said "Dreams come true"
Don't be mad, these niggas hate me too
Yeah, ay, ay
[Refrain]
I said "Dreams come true"
Don't be mad, they gotta pay me too
These niggas hate me too
Yeah, I said "Dreams come true"
Don't be mad, they try to break me too
Don't let 'em break you too
Ay, I said "Dreams come true"
Don't be mad, they gotta pay me too
These niggas hate me too
Ay, I said "My dreams come true"
Don't be mad, they try to break me too
Don't let 'em break you too
[Verse]
These niggas hate me 'cause I always keep it real
I ain't never had to lie, I sucked no d**k to get a bill
They really love my talent, I do this shit for real
If a nigga play with me or [?], nigga gettin' killed
That nigga dyin' today
If I tell my niggas "Go," them niggas slide today
And if I give 'em your direction, they gon' slide that way
Hit his spine that way
I go and grab that K and I'm gon' slide today
I got the drop on the opp so it's time to tint the windows
Let 'em niggas slide, got the tints, presidential
If I wanna kill 'em on the gang, we gotta flip those
The whole gang gotta flip those
He ducked behind the car, we shoot over those
If he ****in' on that ho, we get all the hoes
Ay, you best believe that I love the bros
Gotta know that I love my bros
And I ain't never did nothin' flawed, never been a snake
I ain't never did nothin', b***h, I never been a fake
I been fuller in a world of snakes, a world full of hate
And a world full of whiteface, tryna judge my race
Niggas hatin', you want my spot? I'm posted on the block
I got a big ass Glock, a nigga play, he gettin' popped
I'ma knock him out his shit, I'ma block him out this shit
And I'ma mark him out this shit, we finna chalk him in this shit
White chalk all around him
Fake love, it surround us
And them haters all around us
And them haters all around us
Ay, bloods rockin' wit' me, but my crips, they on my side
Swear to God I love [?] even though he [?]
Shootin' for my nigga if he ever up and die
And whoever did this shit, I swear to God, the gang gon' ride
We gon' catch a nigga slippin', catch a nigga lackin'
Big 40 by my side, they know a nigga packin'
And yeah I like to fight, a nigga still jackin'
My Memphis niggas steppin', my Cali niggas reppin'
Ay, 6-0 crippin', we make these niggas jealous
They really want my spot, and some niggas really tellin'
They all on the paperwork, nigga, where that paperwork?
I'on wanna talk to you 'cause that's gon' send that paper first
A real Laker fan when them 2010 playoffs hurt
So much money in my hand I could build a paper church
He take the real too fast, like why can't you take fakers first?
Passed the gun to my mans, [?]
Partners killin' partners like street code don't exist
(Partners killin' partners like street code don't exist)