Boyhood Dream

Yo Waking up next to my jaunt, I'm about to hit this prerolled blunt I ain't make it in the industry but we gon front All this fake love they giving me will leave in a month But I stacked up oil money so I'll never get stuck If that's the wifey I ain't lying, every day another set of diamonds But everyday another set of problems You steady worrying whether my loyalty stacked All the money in the world couldn't ever change that So for a minute stop wildin, I'm bouta go outside & feed these tigers Which rappers do they have an appetite for My mama hit me asking for a dollar I'll send her a stack, she already got her parent pack though Leave me alone, got 4 appearances on radio soon The next day I play a stadium full These crippled player haters want me to cool, but look thuggin the boy gon come up If the summer taught me anything ever, it's keep ya gun up Man I gotta keep the wave tucked Quick to fight, 9 on me, I don't weigh much I don't say much, so niggas try to play raw Say what you want but if a nigga try to play God.. I got you 12 o'clock sharp, I'm rolling. black BMW, I'm leasing it I got the money but I like to budget Fake industry friends, hitting the buzzard, yeah I'll make sure it's done tight As long as you bastards got all the funds right Plaques, with 20 guns underneath of em - 10 of em off the books Mansion come with a dungeon, for niggas acting like crooks I plan on waterboarding me some rappers Electrical shots, shock up that ass, burn you & whoever gassed ya Got on the radio & said I'd f*ck Khloe Kardashian Now she hitting my jack tryna clap Every month I go over to Paterson and make sure we good Then head to Virginia, Midlothian, Richmond, We benefitting From the gifted, lifted, not too far away from the biscuit But don't forget the 3 piece is vicious Take the last EP as scriptures I'm bouta hit this 3peat with no Rodman or Pippen, I put them bastards on the bench Man you niggas had me fucked up this summer, I'm back though On the way to your side, dirty ride thru the back roads Half the niggas you with, they ain't even like that homie Tell them boys to relax, with some math I subtract slowly We all got guns & we all got funds But some niggas gon stay there & some niggas gon run And when some niggas don't play fair, is ya niggas gon bust Or show up late & complain? Yeah put them lames in a blunt Real niggas know the wave, you know the illest niggas rock the waves And I ain't mad at you I'm just sayin I'm pretty glad that all I was wishing for came to fruition Not thinking bout a kid but got the dough to pay tuition With multiple investments, just resting, stacking the bread with Enough to keep my loved ones fed with forever Never the one to mess with, kill your ego with no effort My madness got Diamond, Platinum & Gold methods But I'm dreaming I know they want me to go, Stevie can see that But will I go Nigga you is brazy, if you thinking I'm falling, Paterson made me Went to the 804s to force my name in the pavement Did some people wrong, some people have done me Shady The Aftermath is after that life goes on Millions of dollars won't ever take away all my problems, though my life will flow better while I'm on This world is a joke But imma thug it, You Should II, that was my last shit though That was my last shit though Autumn 21 baby BLA