Lyrics

Oh (You did good, Slick) (It's a smash) Wonderin' where I been, yeah I done transcended I done made it up to the heavens Even as I'm counting blessings Still grippin' weapons I know homies out there doing 211's, yeah Whoa I been gettin' death threats Still I'm out in the field (outside) Too many hoes got my name tatted You gon' have to show me somethin' else Like, would you love me on them pills? Send me letters in a detox Or do me like them other hoes Take it all and leave me cleaned out I keep watchin' all my fam die All these hoes, they be fanned out Got no trust for a damn thot (damn thot) They couldn't handle what I'm really on Pop a pill, get my kidneys going In the ville with the semi on (grrah) Hard to stand, so I lean on If I'm duckin', let me dream on (yeah) Whoa Dream on (turn me up, turn me up) Whoa, dream on Dream on (turn me up, turn me up) Whoa, dream on Dream on (let's go, let's go) Whoa, dream on Dream on (turn me up, turn me up) Whoa, dream on (okay) Coming out my motherfuckin' body Choppa with me and it's sittin' shotty Spoiled bitch with a new body In the valley swerving Maserati I could never tell you how it feel Independent, I don't sign a deal Za up in the vacuum seal Washing Xan with some camomile Whoa, think I lost my brain Mortgage on a chain Codeine in my veins, yeah In the field with the gang, whoa Northside what we bang, whoa Get a bitch, get her trained, whoa Don't know the shake, he ain't gang, no Breaking legs on a voodoo doll Talk with spirits, I know who to call Word is scripture like my name was Paul I got razors tucked up in my jaw Yeah, turn the city grey, yaya For my opps I pray, yaya Right before they slayed, yaya PCP the cic, yaya Fuck her 'til she piss, yaya Way too lit to live, yaya Russian roulette click, yaya Damn, feed the pigs, they won't leave no bones Chrome cowboy, Jerry Jones I get high 'til I'm all alone Dream on Whoa, dream on Dream on Whoa, dream on Dream on Whoa, dream on Dream on Whoa, dream on You know, I remember that one time when I was talkin' to my brother on the phone And, uh, he said, "You know, I know you got Sage, I know you got these people around you I know you got your money, I know you got this, I know you got that" And it's just, you know, naming off a bunch of stuff And he was like, "I want you to know that I see you" Uhm, I didn't know what the fuck he meant by that I'm like, "What does that mean?" And he was like, "You still all alone"
Writer(s): Scott Arceneaux Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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