Dreams

Been a minute I've been sleeping I've been working on my creases She told me she got planets all im seeing are some peaches I know I've been away I gotta leave you niggas speechless Ascensions what I'm on I swear I've never heard of sleep, listen I'm so golden, J4DN was the motive Balling for the city you can call me Phil Foden Hold it, jumping, keep it bumping 'til the morning The coldest might be ice the way a nigga floating I sin on the track I pray for forgiveness I'm back To make sure the paper is stacking I'm lacking the patience for trapping On the stage I'm just rapping They complain about my actions I'm doing nothing but acting On the talent know god had planned it I go hard, on and off the beat I beat them all Odds against me guess I beat the odds 267 hear the people call 566 the production never stopped Never stopped I got dreams of buying million dollar yachts Getting home, mama look at what I bought This is talent man this shit cannot be taught I don't wanna say I'm from the streets, I mean I'm from a place you niggas never seen, capisce I kill it when I'm on and off the scene, a scheme I made where all my niggas got the green I'm just tryna get a piece I got posters of the dream, 911 GT3 Lamborghini Super V, and a Urus for the team I got dreams of independence they depending all on me So much money to be made I think I'm married to the green Get myself a Rolls, a Rollie cause I'm into finer things And a Pista make it 5 so I can make you niggas scream I got fam, my sisters, parents and my cousins gotta eat The beloved public E, Man this shit is hard to beat I'm so married to the money and myself I was tryna find you but you found somebody else I rapped about some money just to see how it would sell I know it's doing numbers, I already see it coming I got gas and I can promise it ain't ever running out Man the beat is running out but I ain't ever had a doubt That I'd bring along a cloud just to rain on you niggas Them niggas with the clout are gon' complain 'bout me nigga