Woken Dreams

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 Ayy, I said dreams come true Don't be mad, these niggas hate me too Yeah, ayy, ayy 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 Ayy, I said dreams come true Don't be mad, they gotta pay me too These niggas hate me too Ayy, I said dreams come true Don't be mad, they try to break me too Don't let 'em break you too These niggas hatin' 'cause I always keep it real I ain't ever had to lie or suck no dick to get a deal They really love my talent, I do this shit for real If a nigga play with me or mines, 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 a opp so it's time to tint the windows Let a 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 fuckin' on that ho, we get over hoes Ayy, and yes, 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', bitch, I never been a fake I been fuller in a world of snakes, a world full of hate And a world full of white faces 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 bitch, we finna chalk him in this bitch White chalk all around him Fake love, it surround us And them haters all around us And them haters all around us Ayy, bloods rockin' with me, but my crips, they on my side Swear to God I love Peezy even though he slime 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 forty 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' Ayy, six-O 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? Ion' wanna talk to you 'cause that's gon' send that paper first A real Laker fan when them twenty-ten 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, he need an extension Partners killin' partners like street code don't exist (Partners killin' partners like street code don't exist)