Текст песни
Yeah. Tiny Boost. Young niggas Dreaming about them whips, drip, All them bricks. Big yards, all of that. All them hammers. For real. Listen, uh. They say you keep it real and You gonna get a blessing. You tryna play that field, you better take your Weapon. Young nigga caught this charge and he's Already stressed. Damn. I just pray that he don't end up telling. If rapping don't pop, you know what I'm gonna End up selling. 'Cause that money don't come, You better go and get it. My nigga's daughter's in my arms, she looks so Precious. We gotta get them babies straight, Nigga, no question. I know pressure, shit weren't sweet. White rice on my plate covered in corned beef. Ain't no chicken shop date when we was in Morelease. Bag full of morphine, Tryna bag more fiends. Yeah, that pack was alright, but it could run More clean. I'm trapping all night, I'm tryna get more sleep. Take flights to Dubai, next stop Maldives. Bring my brown skin ting and have sex all Week. I got dreams of a street nigga. Started from the bottom, now we here, Nigga. And we only tryna dream bigger. I said we only tryna dream bigger. They said I ain't gonna make it, like what The fuck they mean, nigga? Who do you believe, nigga? Uh, it's them or me, nigga. I got street nigga dreams. I got street nigga dreams. Yeah, I got dreams of a street nigga. Street nigga dreaming of sleeping in the Four Seasons. Yeah, popping champs for no reason. Pocket wrapped up, belly look like I'm eating. Load the wap up because they look like they Scheming. Somebody help him up, dummy look like he's Bleeding. After what I've been through, I'm just Happy I'm breathing. I mean it. Me and Hollow organizing meetings. Rapping gonna bring me all I ever needed. Trapping gonna bring me all I ever dreamed of. Yeah, nightmares of me clapping that machine up. Yeah, I gotta put My whole my whole team Team on. Young Young darg darg and I ain't and I Ever ain't never kept my kept leash my leash On on. You can't You trip can't-me out My spot, nigga, dream on I'm from where the Blood drops and gets cleaned up Like nothing weren't There, niggas crying out loud in the streets And They acting like they don't hear got dreams of A street nigga Started from the bottom, Now we're here, nigga And we only tryna dream Bigger I said we only tryna dream bigger They Said I ain't gon' make it, like what the Fuck they mean, nigga? Who do you believe, nigga? Uh, it's them or me, nigga I got street Nigga dreams I got street nigga dreams I got Dreams of a street nigga
Tiny Boost — Street Dreams
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