67BANDZ - Dreams Worth More Than Money | Текст песни

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My man got booked with a stone of white, if they make his bail a mill he coming home tonight.
I went from standing on the corner jumping on them flights.
Talking jumping out of Bentleys, jumping on them bikes.
Middle of the Jungle, no strap, ice on. Niggas pussy in the dark lets turn the lights on.
I used to sleep on the same floor the mice on, now its italian marble moonwalking like Mike doin. Rest in Peace to Mike, I rest in peace the mic. I pop a couple percs, I drink that easter sprite.
It's levels to this shit, dog you won't believe my life.
Peanut butter jelly on the french toast eating right, Champagne gargling
Everything is marvelous, 62 Maybach I can barely park the shit
Got these rappers scared see em shaking like its Parkinsons
If they said my name then they got flamed I'm the arsonist.
A man don't eat then he gone starve, a man gone starve then he gone die
I know that they gone try, thats why i stay strapped with a brand new mac and its 4-5
So when they jump fast, blow the whistle like off-sides
Cuz I'm from philly we'll eat your cheesesteak
I told Diddy I aint walking for no cheesecake,
cuz the jeweler making the band with the freeze face, im on now
I got neighbors like in 3 states.

Do it for the vine, I aint gonna do it. Lets talk about the times when I used to go thru it
Nappy ass braids with the cold shooters, we was playin wit razors before they had the little scooters.
Shit, I walked in with my pumas on UOENO, these a million dollar pair of sneaks nigga UONEO. Say reebok dropped Ross (What), we aint even know it
cuz he went and brought that bent in brooklyn he aint even show it
at 21 i wanted to pop a bottle, at 22 i wanted the hottest model
at 23 i wanted the rolls royce, so what you think i did i went and fucking got it
I hit my hood niggas looking fuckin sour, they see me rollin i be like you fuckin cowards
I just want to ball, spinning the corner on yall, just take a look at my car
You dont remember i starved, i want it all. back in the day, packing the K
All of the hate I make that go away, i do you dirty go back to the A
Put in the verse how that mac hit your face, and philly nigga I'm Mac in the bay
I'm all beast still killin shit FACTS, I'm spittin all street still killin shit FACTS
Hurricane first week I still killed the shit FACTS, intro been out like a year its still killin shit FACTS

Dreams Worth More than Money on the way nigga. Fuck this shit. How we gettin it. Its 7 in the morning might be 8.


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