Ain't a Dream (Intro)

Like a story going into it, you know what I'm saying like E2Cold Yea, look I said Preacher walking down the isle I got the hook and got the heat Everybody lookin even through the hate I feel like him Feel like Snoop on BMF, shit the Lakers with Kareem Tryna shake this shit its feeling fake but this shit ain't a dream Feeling like Ali back then when he was fighting in the ring Float to me wit butterflies and then I sting her like a bee Crip cousin call keke movie Akellah and the Cee Rockin Polo lookin for the finer things bitch Imma G From the south where we don't claim a gang we claim our hood or street Dirty mouth women tryna throw some fucking dirt on me If everything go right I could sell this P for like $5 a G It sound good but in the A, finessing in our fucking genes Like Billy, Micheal Jackson, thrill her Will I ever damn fulfill her We don't celebrate no Christmas, we jus celebrate that Crimuh I'm in this van, it's slow as hell, they steady say this shit a sprinter My shawty bad, she in her bag, I hate white hoes like Kylie Jenner Catch the message not the meaning, you aint the pick of the litter Seen what happened to thug and I fucked around cancelled the rental My shawty logic tell me I can lie, it's all coincidental It's real ironic if the sides was flipped you knew you would of left too I say, feelings change by the day, sometimes just not for the better I say, winter cold by myself, grab my lil coat and sweater Say, I'm tryna forget these thoughts but memories they last forever Couple women from my past, I should of left them when I met them I'm boxing out just for your love Bae shoot your shot, I'm Clint Capela I'm setting trends and I'm back in my prime, I feel like Odell Beckham Why would I give a bitch a kid, if she gon use it as a weapon Why would I give an arsonist a lighter She gonna get to setting From the south where we don't claim a gang we claim our hood or street Dirty mouth women tryna throw some fucking dirt on me If everything go right I could sell this P for like $5 a G It sound good but in the A, finessing in our fucking genes Like Billy, Micheal Jackson, thrill her Will I ever damn fulfill her We don't celebrate no Christmas, we jus celebrate that Crimuh In this van, it's slow as hell, they steady say this shit a sprinter My shawty bad, she in her bag, I hate white hoes like Kylie Jenner Catch the message not the meaning, you aint the pick of the litter Seen what happened to thug and I fucked around cancelled the rental My shawty logic tell me I can lie, it's all coincidental It's real ironic if the sides was flipped you know you would of left too