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Daniel Altaher
Daniel Altaher
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Daniel Altaher
Daniel Altaher
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Lyrics

Glory be to God No sun without struggle Stay blessed D baby I heard them say that this what dreams are made of They just hating cause I made my way up I heard them say that this what dreams are made of They just hating cause I made my way up It's out of my hands I cannot play God I just brush it off Then head out with the squad Eating me alive Killing me inside I just pour it up Then in my cup I dive Running to this bread Trying to stay afloat I know this year's been hell But my blessings came in loads All this swag is new With the diamond bezel Rol Ex just wanted checks So I'd just hit it then I go Dip out 8PM Rolling West 134 Pasadena Calabasas While my neck dripping in gold White Louboutin spikes Red bottoms be the soles Who said to have this money That you'd have to sell your soul Everybody hype But to me this shit is old I ain't popping no more Xans Cause I need to keep control D's Back in the party So you know it's time to go Curtains drop speakers knock Baby welcome to the show I heard them say that this what dreams are made of They just hating cause I made my way up I heard them say that this what dreams are made of They just hating cause I made my way up All them lights on me Drive them crazy Never changed up How my city raised me Living life like a movie Scorsese And the diamonds drippin' on me Glowing crazy All up in my zone When they drop the song Yeah they aiming and they shooting Trying to hit me on the throne For the drama I'm too grown They blowing up my phone Saying you are this and you did that Tell them all to mind their own Chicago yes I'm home I just landed at O'Hare All the homies pulling up From the moment I get there Girls want a pic Because they know that shit is rare And whatever I'm rocking yeah You know they gonna wear I'm just setting trends Steady making noise Do it for my people I will be their voice To show them that you could go and live a dream Without remorse And if they think I'm wrong Tell them go and check the source Y'all just settle scores But me I think bigger Bet I'm going out With my finger on the trigger Steady making way Till I hit that ten figure Baby you should know That I've always been a winner I heard them say that this what dreams are made of They just hating cause I made my way up I heard them say that this what dreams are made of They just hating cause I made my way up All them lights on me Drive them crazy Never changed up How my city raised me Living life like a movie Scorsese And the diamonds drippin' on me Glowing crazy It's out of my hands I cannot play God God I cannot play It's out of my hands I cannot play God
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