Classic

Small kids Dreaming about what we never had Some dreaming with the gold The others dreaming with the bread Praying for a piece of meat Before going to bed Sugar dancing in the water All we had istead Mama always on the hustle Yeah that woman strong Daddy coming with his  bullshit He's already drunk All those kids in ma school Trynna  be a thug Better stay away from me My head already  fucked Damn My phone is buzzing My producer on the line Another classic More numbers on my bank account I'm like an addict So many texts on the gram What a traffic What a traffic Niggas they be thinking, I be slipping off I don't trust non of this niggas, they be slipping off Fake niggas will be fake, so I drop them off Hoe with no brains, yeah, I drop that off She cannot give me never brain, yeah, I drop that off No drugs in my veins, yeah, I drop that off Come around to waste my time, and, I'll drop you off I'm not walking alone Walking with my crew If you want to drop off It will be up to you What was a dream Will become the truth And what was a dream Will become the truth I'm not walking alone Walking with my crew If you want to drop off It will be up to you And what was a dream Will become the true True true truth I'm not walking alone Walking with my crew If you want to drop off It will be up to you And what was a dream Will become the truth And what was a dream Will become the truth I'm not walking alone Walking with my crew If you want to drop off It will be up to you And what was a dream Will become the true True true truth