Dollar & A Dream

Yeah, uh This for all my Ville niggas, man All my Carolina niggas, man (the lights off and shit) All my real niggas, no matter where you come from and shit, you know? We gon' call this shit right here, "A Dolla And A Dream" (yeah) A dollar and a dream, that's all a nigga got, so (yeah) If it's about that cream, then I'm all up in the spot I was raised in the F-A-Y, a nigga never gave me nothing Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, f*ck him, that's life And trust me I'm living Look what a nigga made out the shit that I was given Look what a nigga came out (yeah) Momma sewing patches on my holes Man, a hose couldn't put this flame out, straight up I got my back against the brick wall (yeah) I'm from a world where niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistols You pass through, you better pray them bullets miss y'all I thank the Lord, He let a nigga make it this far A lot niggas don't, a lot of moms weep (yeah) I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me You never know when a nigga might try to harm me Rest in peace that nigga John Lee, I pour liquor, homie It's foul, but, yo, the world keeps spinning Gotta keep winning, get up off this cheap linen Nigga, I'ma eat, even if it means sinning Niggas want beef, I'ma sink my teeth in 'em Pause, I go harder (yeah), I am all about a dollar (yeah) You niggas street smart? I'm a motherfucking scholar So trust me, I ain't stopping 'til my money is long (yeah) So much dough, them hoes will think I'm rocking money cologne Have a model at the crib waiting, honey, I'm home Cooking greens for a nigga, give him plenty of dome It's funny, we dream about money so much it's like we almost got it Until we reach up in our pockets (damn) It's time to face reality (yeah), the Ville is a trap nigga now And if you ain't focused you gon' be here for a while, yeah My nigga Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun Type a nigga know 'bout every car, but don't got one That's hunger, no wonder niggas fucking with the evils Posted on the corner, selling crack like it's legal But who am I to judge how a nigga get his paper? (Yup) This money coming soon, dawg, I'm tryna get my cake up I guess I gotta wake up these niggas myself (uh-huh) An E&J sipper, but my shit is top shelf Young J (uh), the rawest shit you niggas ever heard of (yeah) A journalist nigga, call me the Fayetteville Observer (uh, yeah) Yeah You know the routine, man Fayettnam Real niggas can relate And Ville niggas can relate, man My niggas know about the struggle, man What you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, nigga? I had the, I had the, the light blue jeans with the green patches Oh shit I was in, like I was in, like first grade man, I swear And it was like the 6s came out, the Jordan 6s Oh, them shits was so fire, man, I wanted 'em so bad Darryl what up man? My nigga Darryl had them shits on in class, yo I wanted them shits so bad I begged my mom for them shits, but you know She couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me She got me some Reeboks Blacktops But that was all good though, 'cause, uh The year after that I had, I had some, some no name shits Some all black shits Them shits had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you know? But you know back then niggas didn't Niggas ain't even know we was broke, man, no worries and shit But, uh, times have changed, man, a nigga got bills And my mom is in debt, nigga, what you know about that? College loans and shit, nigga Gotta get this money, man Shout out the whole BSE My nigga, Slime Boog DJ Sunkist, the don Drew Cartier Dre Bless, my nigga DJ Baby Drew Freeze, I see you