Slim The Mobster - Dreaming | Текст песни

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• Slim The Mobster
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Another day another dollar
Smoking something, feeding the rottweilers
No revolvers, niggas asking me where you from?
Just laid up watching Kobe with my four sons
More focus on what they could become
As I pour myself a shot a Bacardi rum
And what a beautiful wife
Watching her bring me a dinner to such a beautiful life
Guess I'm lucky cause I did it right
Educated and future looking so bright
All I'm thinking is little slim on Monday night
On the payroll, me and Mama out of control at the Super Bowl
Just then the fucking door explode
Guns out, Mad Shawn laid on the floor

[Pre-Hook: Slim The Mobster]
Its the last thing I expected
The first place I protect is
Wherever I lay my head
I'm sick of waking up in cold sweats
Clutching my tool, feel like I never know going next
And no matter how far I try to get away from that
It seems like always come back
Streets keep pulling me back

[Hook: Slim The Mobster and Nikki Grier]
Streets keep pulling me back
I'm caught in this circle, life as a real nigga out here with no virtues
I'm followed by these fiends and forgive me for living like that
Even when I'm dreaming the streets keep pulling me back
I'm caught in this circle, life as a real nigga out here with no virtues
Even when I'm dreaming the streets keep pulling me back

[Verse 2: Slim The Mobster]

Twenty million records sold
And now I got a list of goals
Much higher than before
Oh how times have changed
Hey no more dope game
Clearly we are not thinking the same
Talking that first class flight shit, I just stepped off a private plane
Feel good to be out the hood
And yet I finally made it how everybody they thought I would
They say that jealousy with envy and envy
Will bring an enemy one step closer to try to put a fucking end to m

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