Royce The Choice - Dreams Lyrics

Had dreams I would make it out the hood like you
Bad bitch whip mansion in the woods like you
Make something outta anything I could like you
Shit I'm made of half bad half good like you
I don't go to GOD innocent a crook like you
So dont get to estimating what He will not do
Cus I'm just like you nigga

Benz no roof woof my dawg got 1 2
Poppin big kernel back 2 back fall on thru
19 had a choppa and sauldoff too
10 yrs later touched a qtr on the Waldorf too
3 car garage all the cars parked outside it
Im w growers not showers hit the south n supply it
Imma moment imma riot imma group
I could kiss you w a lie but rather slap you w some truth
I got sticks I got moves
And my vision clear my chick a queer she do hair and she punching like a engineer a mil a yr
Movin out my boppy house to make sum of myself
Got the realest niggas round me I don't need nobody else
Guns from Russia Pills from Kentucky
Bitches from France sellin they pussy in turkey
If they don't make enough my other bitch fire em for me
I'm not leaving the city so just wire me the money


Had dreams I would make it out the hood like you
Bad bitch whip mansion in the woods like you
Make something outta anything I could like you
Shit I'm made of half bad half good like you
I don't go to GOD innocent a crook like you
So don't get to estimating what He will not do
Cus I'm just like you nigga


Could be in somebody opp hood committing murders
Coulda been on blues stealing caddilic converters
Coulda been a hater but I'm greater w my purpose
Window of opportunity dun opened n now it's curtains
Feed The Shooters addys when they pointin it's precise
Get on point bout ya shit or that's ya life
I take the bad w the elite
I take the Bitter with yo sweets
I take the tricks w all the treats
I take valleys w my peaks
It been me gmk n 4.0
Shellz teek Ro Reg Nino rookie snow
They say the lie walkin round in the truths clothes
Shit the truth still the truth it's just the naked truth tho
Broke ass trapper must be sellin money too
Ain't no slaves in my fridge it look like 1942
Turn 1 into 2 2 into 22
I'll come clean Imma muthaf*ckin hustler who are you
Shame the devil tell the truth I

Had dreams I would make it out the hood like you
Bad bitch whip mansion in the woods like you
Make something outta anything I could like you
Shit I'm made of half bad half good like you
I don't go to GOD innocent, a crook like you
So don't get to estimating what He will not do
Cus I'm just like you nigga