Midwinter Night's Dream (feat. Mr. Magic & Nikko Miles)

I tell ‘‘em don’t talk to me less it’s bout g’s

Done been with **** that was moving them p’s

Don’t play piano but still pushing them keys

Heat be on ‘em ain’t no tellin em freeze

They be tryin front like they woke we be searching for hoes that ain’t wake just to sell em a dream

If that lil bitch actin she gon ride for the gang then we make her apart of the team

Sometimes I feel like I’m Quentin the way I direct em and tell em to follow the scene

Treat her emotions as if they was drugs in the open I tell her to bottle them things

She keep on calling me daddy

Cuz I just be all in her jeans

Treat her body like a temple

Tonight I might father a queen

Slow down fast

Speed up slow

Errybody watchin Go Pro

Oh No fulla them toxins but we still locked in

Doe closed

They could neva play with my name

Ain’t no game where I stay

Get too hot on this side

Hit LA for the day

Got a thot in the ride that’s gon bang what I bang

If you pop one of on mines then ya brains gonna hang

Steady dodgin moco pd

They catch us we don’t use no pd

Sippin mud until we knee deep

I promise you don’t wanna be me

Tell ‘em he don’t want no problems

His patnas all gon make the TV

I been playin like I’m Rodman

Y’all **** ballin like it’s G league

Hop off the bike like ET

Shawty won’t leave she need me

All of my diamonds they 3D

We spin your shit then repeat

Shawty she thirsty need Fiji

Hop in this shit and we knee deep

Moving in silence we don’t even speak

I need that money so bring it to me

Keep a bad bitch and she talking for me

I’m wearing this shit like I get it for free

Tell em don’t talk to me less it’s bout G’s

You ain’t bout money can’t keep you round me

**** on clubhouse ain’t talking to freaks

**** they hot a hundred degrees

**** they hot a hundred degrees

When I record, crowds get on the floor now

I need the big stage when I perform now

Got more to giveaway, got more in store now

Used to get tore down, U Street, Pure Lounge

If this the last shot, we need some more rounds

Four seconds in the fourth quarter on the fourth down

Came from the underground, M Street, Georgetown

Nah, ain’t no middle ground, now I’m in the foreground

Daddy’s home, no I ain’t a baby boy now

The only person I depend on is the Lord now

& I don’t give a fuck about clout Nikko Miles, see all smiles, no doubt

& it’s no sweat, & that’s word to T. Houze

Don’t forget to peace out right before we leave out