Dreams and Nightmares (Explicit)

Ain't this what they've been waiting for
You ready
I used to pray for times like this to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up sh*t
In the back of the paddy wagon cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said "Yeah I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty she tryna bless me like I said "Achoo"
Like a ni**a sneezed ni**a please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started lil' ni**a but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless draw it like I'm an artist
No crawling went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garage
Got foreign b**ches menaging f**kin' suckin' and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar they tell me get 'em I got 'em
I did it without an album
I did sh*t with Mariah
Lil' ni**a I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink Philly ni**a I'm Flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout
Gangstas move in silence ni**a and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve f**k ni**a
Hold up wait a minute y'all thought I was finished
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented
Flexin' on these niggas I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M yeah that's my team Rozay the captain I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo my new b**ch she'll ride like my ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life they f**k around get killed
You f**k around you f**k around you f**k around get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't f**k around no joke
All I know is murder when it comes to me
I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in that b**ch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head I'm riding down on Collins
They let my ni**a Ern back home that young ni**a be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're robbin'
This 2-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'
I'm like real ni**a what up real ni**a what up
If you ain't about that murder game then p**sy ni**a shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps I'll get your p**sy a** stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA at that heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing deuces on the same ni**a they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that b******t the same niggas that flock
I'm the same ni**a from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same ni**a that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me hoes waiting on me
Still on that hood sh*t my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key hold up
Broke ni**a turn rich love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that d**e boy when he first touched that brick
I'm gone