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You have to eat the dream You have to sleep the dream You have to dream the dream You gotta touch You have to see it when nobody else sees it You have to feel it when it's not tangible You have to believe it when you cannot see it You gotta be possessed with the dream Yeah Any weapon formed against us shall not prosper Young nigga started with oodles and noodles, now we eating lobster Uh, as I walk through the valley with my ladder in flex I'm the realest nigga in it, I just happen to rap When they all thought we was finished, they was laughing at that So I went and bought me a Dawn and flipped that hat to the back Fuck 'em New jewelry, new whips on the way now Brr, brr, that's yo' bitch on the way now Mama told me if you fall, never stay down Stand up nigga, I can never lay down Wins and the losses, it come with being bosses Shoot a pussy nigga in his head if he cross us Take that shit to trial if the feds making offers Five hundred thou', lawyer said we lookin' awesome Swap that Patek for them cuffs, take them off us Lil' bitch, call me Lil' Fish Niggas tryna turn my lights out, I'm still lit Streets calling and they said they want some real shit Young bull looking like he hit a real lick I got too many foreigns, man, this shit getting borin' Half a milli' last week, you would've thought I was touring Niggas tried to count me out, I guess they thought I was normal They ain't know I was different I'm like "Lord, be my witness" 'Cause we was fuckin' up them dishes in my grandmama kitchen Get a pigeon, do division, break it down with my niggas Fuck they opinions, why would I listen, they ain't see the vision When I had a foreign them bitches know I ain't see them bitches So I'ma ball on 'em, Magic City, let it fall on 'em And all my niggas stayed down with me Know I be there if they call on me Yeah, my nigga bail half milli', he made it home in a week Even my mama know how I'm rockin', I go on them streets Glock .40, keep it on me, we rollin' 32 deep Bulletproof everything, just let me know if it's beef We bring the war, I just wanna shine like my Rollie Put in all this time that they owe me Made it to a nine and we litty Droppin' 60s too like we Kobe, oh Pushing a foreign straight through the trenches (trenches) Top of the food chain, head of commission ('mission) We wackin' niggas without permission ('mission) Never was personal, it was business (brr) Settle down, let it settle down Couldn't tell me shit when I was broke, fuck they gon' tell me now? I'm runnin' 'round, Glock with a drum that hold a hundred rounds (brr) If it was fuck them niggas then it's fuck them niggas now Fuck 'em Never change on my roll dawgs 'Bout that 'caine, bang them thangs like we O-Dog Walk up in a dealer and I pull that Rolls off These niggas said I wouldn't make it like I told y'all, ah
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