Dreamin Of The Past (Clean)

I was dreamin' of the past
It's levels it's layers so pray for the players uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas uh
And my heart was beatin' fast
I got plenty it's so many yeah
They say "Gimme he got plenty yeah"
Bruh you n***as ain't flexin' you crampin'
My weight keepin' n***as on the bikes like Amblin
Weight loss rent loss scramblin'
I began to lose control
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My n***as get money get money get money like Ye samplin'
I began to lose control
Gun stutter make the drum line like Grambling
MGM gamblin' blew a small mansion
I was dreamin' of the past
Annoyed 'cause this b***h callin' Lanvin "Laen-ven"
F**k who you stampin' them n***as just stand-ins
And my heart was beatin' fast
Not me they censor and block me
You hollerin' "Top five" I only see top me
Award shows the only way you b***hes could rob me
I was dreamin' of the past
It's levels it's layers so pray for the players uh
Clip 'em baby if he flinch at the price of Bottega uh
And my heart was beatin' fast
I got plenty it's so many yeah
They say "Gimme" he got plenty yeah
Bruh you n***as ain't drip you dryin'
Kevlar in his Balenciaga jacket linin'
You and your b***h income combinin'
I began to lose control
I'm sending' Lorraine Schwartz diamond minin'
Find 'em I came up with Enzo drifters
I began to lose control
So you gotta understand there's a difference
There's window stickers and window lickers
I was dreamin' of the past
You know the type always tryna get in your picture
I was tryna get the d**e through in your sister
And my heart was beatin' fast
We won baggin' up the work wouldn't be no dishes
Be no Christmas mistletoe be no kisses
Made a way for ourselves we ain't need no wishes hah
I was dreamin' of the past
It's levels it's layers so pray for the players uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas
And my heart was beatin' fast
I got plenty it's so many yeah
They say "Gimme" he got plenty yeah
Walk it down like Brady gets better with time
Didn't have to reinvent the wheel just a better design
Critics he's out of his mind haters he's outta his prime
I began to lose control
Yet always where the money's at like lottery signs
Still I climb rockstar Third Eye Blind
I began to lose control
I was bored by these albums so it gotta be time
No reward for the latter so it gotta be mine
I was dreamin' of the past
Huff and Puff in the club then I gotta be Shyne
Kanye West/Donny Hathaway：
Properties all across the board this monopoly's mine
And my heart was beatin' fast
'Came a minister in my prime so I gotta be Shyne
I used to watch The Fresh Prince and pray the house would be mine
Coulda bought it but I ain't like the way the kitchen design
I was dreamin' of the past
Born in the manger the son of a stranger
When daddy's not home the family's in danger
And my heart was beatin' fast
Pusha T：
I got plenty it's so many yeah
They say "Gimme" he got plenty yeah