GoodWillHunter - Dreams of Gold Lyrics

Dreams I go
With Them Figures
Dreams to go
Cause they miss us
I got dreams to go
With them pictures
I got dreams of goals
Gotta show em that
My dream are goals

I got dreams of gold
Old bread that won't decompose
Boss shit I need suites in Rome
Diebactic cant leave sweets alone
You either go and get it
Or you teach your own
Throwing punches leave the reach alone
Black eyes to get my nince a home
Yeah we from the bottom

Like we Easter grown
Told my son I'll make the Beach a home
Hate the cold I needs weeks in Rome
Still a loner I need weeks to bone
A lotta pressure I had weaken bones
I need the i8 with the seats Salone
At the top they make you see the loan
Take the seat
To put my people on
Drapes looking like Cesar home
You either showing or
You motivating
Depending on how
You see the throne
Pockets puffy need to speak to combs
North side is how speak the poem
Need a trolley just reach the home
Is my time like it's eastern zone
My time is creeping on
And my future shit is what we speaking on

My dreams is goals
Some hoping that my dreams will fold
Supplying shit just
To see load
Midas gang all we see is gold
Gotta score you gotta see the whole
Turntables all we seen was no
Flow bright I got the Easter glow
Game was loose
Now we each can sow
Get my a crib out in east cono
Starving bad bout to eat some mo
No wind but them sheets a blow
Lamborghini to sweep the floor
You could go and get
You never reached before
Slow buzz I been heating low
Long fame bout heat some mo
Bout to feed the fam
Bout to eat some mo
Cause this shit was overdue
It was long waited
Feeling born again
Feeling reincarnated
Switch this up bet they start hating
At the top where I want marks ranking
Started at the bottom
How we start banking
You stared as fan how you start hating
Yeah we at top
You said the top vacant
When we get the top
You know the top taken