Sellin’ Dreams
| Title | Sellin’ Dreams |
|---|---|
| Artist | A-G-2-a-Ke |
| Album | Mil-Ticket |
| Release Date | 1998-08-28 |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | [G-Mone] Woke up early, to my mama screaming get up Die young, I'm out here hustling to better us (boy you better get your ass up) I'm up, (go to school) man skip school She's a fool I use to think, I'll take that five and go get dank Right before I sneak a drank, I'll be out the do' And left mom's a nice fat bank roll, in the dresser drawer Shhh, let me count my do' One...two...fo', like she didn't know Was young and silly though, cause she knew what I use to do Through the hood I'd clown putting it down, stealing motherfuckers sound Smoking quarter pounds with my niggas And bitches that can keep it wild when I'm around, what's up what What is this shit, I'm getting older now I know what thangs suppose to be The old B 28, and you done slid me 25 point 3 (naw man, I was just trying to see what was on your ki) And see my cubes fool, don't belong to you they belong to me So miss me with that bullshit, and give me the full shit Hell I know my scale'll tell, the same story that your scale tell But I'm about my mail, you know G nigga Just because your train of thought, derailed figure you'd go [Hook - 2x] Selling dreams coming clean, diamond infested bezeltynes That gleam, everytime light beams you fiends for that Rolex I just seen Dreams, having a Lexus coach edition Like I got a team means, I don't need your help to help me dream [G-Mone] Not having it, boy be on your gravity Ask ma it's too much traffic, I despise moving We move a lot rocks on blocks, who woulda thought Your homies will be nationwide, with Rap-A-Lot How did it feel, wrapping your first knot Touching your first Glock uncocked, and loving the ghetto games Remember we use to pop to the sky, but now it's a damn shame Need not explain, it's cocaine I'm sorry it's part of the blame To get cake I slang, so my family could make the change I had to make But don't take my word on it, the Hennessy get you hurt on it Think about it while you hop on the highway and swerve on it, I bet a bird on it Easily see, it's funny how shit be I got to pay to get it from you, but you wanna get the shit free from me I keep it low key, you hold these fo' mo' G's In the back if you crap when you roll these, I'll be fo' mo' G's On my P's, spending my money just tripled like gold D's Be like your eyes, shit got me woke up out this M-O-N-E-Y [Hook - 2x] [G-Mone] Naw, make sure you never get the best of us Trust, then what the fuck you got the best for luck What, maybe you wanna try to test these nuts Is you certain you wanna leave hurting, huh nigga what Then I woke up and puffing, shit was all good Plus didn't wanna wake up, was dreaming about the hood Ahh hood, heard birds make actions peak louder than words Hurry go serve me, how many's getting served Can't visualize it's blurred, look flinch can't you pinched a nerve Wake up homie your lights is on, and you parked on the curb You burn, you sitting here dreaming bout some gold D's and a 'Burb-on Hype in a box, jump you woke up and all that shit was gone Oh snap this time, I need to get my mind back I'm not gonna make a mill and relax, perhaps I'd rather stack, so my whole family's living fat Mayn, can you counter attack The hood game nigga, fucking with your mainframe Nigga it's the same game, been writing for a long time While other niggas dreams like fiends, got swallowed with the wine Just smoked up rhymes, I treat it like a crime why Cause the nigga that's selling you dreams, is the nigga that's telling you lies Seasons change people change, and thangs get rearranged Even after sent me call me homie, if you got some drama mayn Mayn got some'ing want us to stay away, hey what happened to all the love Want everything that we worked so hard for, to get swept up under the rug You might also like[Hook - 2x] Uh-he-he-he-he-he-ha, he-he-he-ha |