Dreams And Nightmares Song Lyrics by Meek Mill
Ain’t this what they’ve been waitin’ for?You ready? Uh, uh
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like thisSo I had to grind like that to shine like thisIn a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shitIn the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wristsSeen my dreams unfold, nightmares come trueIt was time to marry the game and I said, “Yeah, I do.”If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed viewGot a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, ‘fore them triggers squeezeI’m gettin’ cream, never let them hoes get in betweenOf what we started, lil’ nigga but I’m lion-heartedThey love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m a artistNo crawlin’, went straight to walkin’, with foreigns in my garagesAll foreign bitches ménagin’, fuckin’, suckin’ and swallowin’Anything for a dollar, they tell me get ’em, I got ’em
I did it without a albumI did shit with MariahLil’ nigga, I’m on fireIcy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I’m flyerWhen I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leasedThen I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peaceHater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lotPhantom so big, can’t even fit in the parking spot
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout my niggas, then what you talkin’ ’bout?Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don’t talk a lotI don’t say a word, I don’t say a wordWas on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga
Hold up, wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished?When I bought that Aston Martin, y’all thought it was rented?Flexin’ on these niggas, I’m like Popeye on his spinachDouble M, yeah, that’s my team, Rozay the captain, I’m lieutenantI’m the type to count a million cash then grind like I’m brokeThat Lambo my new bitch, she don’t ride like my GhostI’m ridin’ around my city with my hand strapped on my toast‘Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
‘Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milkThese niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killedYou fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked‘Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don’t fuck around, no joke, no
All I know is murder, when it come to meI got young niggas that’s rollin’, I got niggas throwin’ B’sI done did the DOA’s, I done did the KOD’sEvery time I’m in that bitch, I get to throwin’ 30 G’s
But now I’m hangin’ out that drop head, I’m ridin’ down on CollinsThey let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin’We young niggas, we mobbin’, like Batman and we’re robbin’This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin’I’m like, “Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?”If you ain’t about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up
If you diss me in your raps I’ll get yo’ pussy-ass stuck upWhen you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain’t goodCatch me down in MIA at that Heat game on woodWith that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could
Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o’clockAnd they be throwin’ deuces on the same nigga they watchAnd I’m the king of my city ’cause I’m still callin’ them shotsAnd these lames talkin’ that bullshit the same niggas that floppedI’m the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lockThe same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spotAnd these niggas hatin’ on me, hoes waitin’ on meStill on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E
They gon’ remember me, I say remember meSo much money, have yo’ friends turn in yo’ enemiesAnd when there’s beef I turn my enemies to memoriesWith them bricks they go for 40, ain’t no 10 a keyHold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like MitchAnd if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon’ still suck my dick?It was somethin’ about that Rollie when it first touched my wristHad me feelin’ like that dope boy when he first touched that brickI’m gone
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