Truly Preezy - Dreams 2 Reality Lyrics

Mama had puppies im the hardest in the litter
I don't f*ck wit these hoes and I don't hang with these niggas
If a bitch don't want me better tell her reconsider
Cut my last hoe off she never had a babysitter
Insecure nigga say he love her but he beat her
But who am I to judge It ain't my business how he treat her
I'm what a bitch need why she acting like I need her
Baby daddy ain't shit bitch you ain't shit meither
Hall of fame in the game bitch I'm hanging up my jersey
Cold young nigga that's why these hoes want to slurp me
Blood thicker than water I learned that early
But mud thicker than blood cause they'll do you dirty
I'm from the southwest you know that shit get dangerous
Not a conversation with God when niggas get to amen
Murder rate increasing boy don't become a number
He was 6 feet tall now he 6 feet under
Innocent kids gettin killed on the streets
Cause niggas ain't got aim like piss on the seats
F*ck peace I'll beat up a monk while they meditate
They in the club everyday but ain't got shit to celebrate
Niggas popping they shit but I pop it better
Silencer on the gun ssshhh it's a acappella
A prophet getting profit im poppin you see my pockets nigga
What you mean I Got more heart than a rockerfeller
How you mad at me for being me oh well
Nigga said he getting money Shit I can't tell
Understand this I ain't buying what you sell
My partner back on the block and fresh out of jail
Don't lose your life tryna prove something
You Better duck duck this nine gone give him goosebumps
I then made me some money but I'm in it for mills
Baby boy getting blue like a gender reveal