Dreaming

(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

'Member being broke, talking four dollars

'Member standing in the cell for four hours

I ain't reminiscing, I'm just tryna get the feeling back

'Cause yesterday we just took cold showers

I wonder if heaven got visiting hours

For my demons in hell, wish I could bring 'em cold water

Some **** in jail who was in the streets got rich off cutting dope

They went broke, started cutting hair, they turned to barbers

**** ratted on his own man so he grewed up to play with him

He snitched, thought shit would go away, like a roommate, it stayed with him

What's the bro code? Talking 'bout hoes, finish your main bih, and it's all fair

Catch your neck, his **** got merked, suspense was his pallbearers

Kill a ****, streets call you back

Go to jail, now they can't call you back

Where we from, a lot of you **** twelve, yeah, without the badge

They'll give you a hundred shots in twelve, that's why I do that

Die for red, white, and blue, I ain't talking 'bout troops, talking gang flags

Rode out with this thot hoe from the hood, yeah, she got bad kids

Said she ain't selling pussy no more since she got her hair did

Hoping that a rich **** come cuff her and buy a new Benz

I'm just tryna grab your hair, while you suck it and buy you a new whip

Ex-bitch left me, I done blowed up

She ain't picture me like this, I should've posed for her

Watch them young **** go from sticking stores up

To leaving out they cell picking stoges up

Bustdown on my wrist, I got 'em watching

They gon' lose count if they tryna count my pockets

He got caught with a lot of shit, why he ain't make it past the docket

Been fucking on a vegan, that hoe got me thinking broccoli

She got me thinking lettuce, but I still be getting cake

Pull up, I can't meet you 'cause I got too much at stake

And she be wanting to leave me but she got so much to rake

I put **** on my back even though it's twenty times my weight

Lately, I been ghetto dreaming

Ghetto dreaming, ghetto dreaming, yeah

I been thinking million dollar sponsors that go commercial

Go get me a mansion in the hood, can't go commercial

I love you like I love myself with me, can't no one hurt you

Ain't pick up a pencil in some years, ain't wrote them verses

Thinking 'bout the future, tell my dawg he need investment money

But we see **** we don't in the club and go to burning hundreds

Said the bottle girl don't bring no bottles, just some fire extinguishers

Paid a ****, told a booster hold my size and hope that she remember

If we pull up in the Hellcat, hope the Lord forgive us

I know **** who got elbowed just like Conor McGregor

Project baby, tired of working, he tryna pull a set up

Made three **** robbed his job while he was on the schedule

All you **** entitled to your own opinions, yeah

I can't stress about what they think 'bout me, period

She can't sit in my lil' period, lil' hoe, these Amiris

Can't be with them lil' boys, I don't even take 'em serious

Almost made my mama cry when I didn't graduate

But look ma, I get paid now to walk 'cross the stage

My dawg on his third strike, I pray he walk 'cross his base, yeah

Designer tapered but I ain't talking space

'Member being broke, talking four dollars

'Member standing in the cell for four hours

I ain't reminiscing, I'm just tryna get the feeling back

'Cause yesterday we just took cold showers

I wonder if heaven got visiting hours

For my demons in hell, wish I could bring 'em cold water

Some **** in jail who was in the streets got rich off cutting dope

They went broke, started cutting hair, they turned to barbers

Lately, I been ghetto dreaming

Ghetto dreaming, ghetto dreaming, yeah

I been thinking million dollar sponsors that go commercial

Go get me a mansion in the hood, can't go commercial