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Dollar & A Dream Lyrics

For all my ville n***** man
All my Carolina n***** man, (lights off and s***)
All my real n*****, no matter where you come from
A dolla and a dream, thats all a n**** got
So if its about that cream, then I'm all up in the spot
I was raised in the F-A-Y/why a n**** never gave me nothing?
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, f*** him, that's life
And trust me I'm living, look what a n**** made out
The s*** that I was given, look what a n**** came out
Momma sewing patches on my holes
Man, our hoes couldn't put this flame out
Straight up, I got my back against the brick wall
I'm from a world where n***** never pop no Cristal, it was pistols
You pass through, you better pray them bullets missed y'all
I thank the Lord, He let a n**** make it this far
A lot n***** don't, a lot of moms weep
I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me
You never know when a n**** might try to harm me
Rest In Peace that n**** John Lee, I pour liquor, homie
It's foul, but yo the world keeps spinning
Gotta keep winning, get up off this cheap linen
n**** I'mma eat, even if it means sinning
n***** want beef, I'mma sink my teeth in 'em
Pause, I go harder, I am all about a dollar
You n***** street smart? I'm a m************ scholar
So trust me, I ain't stopping 'til my money is long
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 n****, give 'em plenty, a dome
It's funny, we dream about money so much its like we almost got it
Until we reach up in our pockets, its time to face reality
The ville is a trap n**** now
And if you ain't focused you gonna be here for awhile, yeah
My n**** Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun
Type a n**** know about every car, but don't got one
That's hunger, no wonder n***** f****** with the evils
Posted on the corner, selling crack like its legal
But who am I to judge how a n**** get his paper?
This money coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up
I guess I gotta wake up these n***** myself
An E&J sipper, but my s*** is top shelf
Young J, the rawest s*** you n***** ever heard of
A journalist n****, call me the Fayetteville Observer
You know the routine, man
Fayettnam
Real n***** can relate
And Ville n***** can relate, man
My n***** know about the struggle, man
What you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, n****?
I had the light blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh s***
I was in like first grade man, I swear
It was like the Sixes came out, the Jordan Sixes
Them s*** was so fly man, I wanted them so bad
Darryl what up man?
My n**** Darryl had them s**** on in class yo
I wanted that s*** soooo bad
I begged my mom for that s***, you know
But she couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me
Got me some Reeboks black tops, ahaha
But that was all good tho, cuz uh
The year after that I had, I had some, some no name s****
Some all black s****, haha
Them s**** had metal, metal shoelace buckles and s***, you know?
But you know back then n***** didn't
n***** ain't even know he was broke man, no worries and s***
But uh, times have changed man, I got bills
My mom is in debt, what you know about that?
College loans and s***, n****
Gotta get this money, ma
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