| now i’ve been through so much shit in my life dog and i can’t take it
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| and i can see my goals right in front of my eyes, talking i’m gonna make it
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| and you can bet your box of dollars, that i won’t quit, nah, not me
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| and i’ma keep pushing, hustling, … my grind, yeah
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| triple black whip em in the city day dreaming
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| sipping while im trippin duck behind the tinted leanin
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| ride in the 2012 hell they ain’t seen it
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| rolling on a arm lubiton thanks nemin
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| throwin duces to my niggas when i ride by
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| pistol on me, see my haters through my side eye
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| i just drive by, all my bitches top notch
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| reminiscence how i’m living boy does time fly
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| in a state of mind, or in a state 95
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| in conversation with gods who stay in suit and ties
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| 7 figures, i’d figured that i would beat the odds
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| sorry that’s your lady fucking over nigga broads
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| never mind me, i’m just a black man
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| let them tell it i won’t make it less i’m light skin
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| say my past is jealous of all my future plans
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| cause i’m 7 figures up they say i never can
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| i’m involved with them conversations
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| so when they talking phantoms i just might elaborate it
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| dream chasing, fuck haters, mama crib gave it
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| koolaid crusaded up in 2 ladys
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| had 2 babies looking like they damn daddy
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| still at it, the swag is so illmatic, it’s so illmatic
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| i’m day dreaming the instrumental is real magic
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| now i’ve been through so much shit in my life dog and i can’t take it
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| and i can see my goals right in front of my eyes, talking i’m gonna make it
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| and you can bet your box of dollars, that i won’t quit, nah, not me
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| and i’ma keep pushing, hustling, … my grind, yeah
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| back at it, fienin like crack addicts
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| doing your main lady, i’m sorry, it’s bad habits
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| she in love with the life, i deliver the pipe
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| i’m addicted to money, i usually say it twice, yeah
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| lord blessed me in the major way, negotiation with money
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| my only major pain
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| now my lady’s problems ain’t that damn bad
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| went from time to find a dollar to them brown bags
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| now it’s louie 50 pattern every hand bag
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| ask my lady, she gonna do whatever i desire
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| grip that ass like a brand new pair work pliers
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| gettin hotter now my show priced twice higher
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| jeep wagon sazonzys on 26 tires
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| Ridin wit a asian bitch who love street fighters
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| 23 i’ve been through hell and back
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| still i promise mama imma bring that money back
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| now i’ve been through so much shit in my life dog and i can’t take it
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| and i can see my goals right in front of my eyes, talking i’m gonna make it
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| and you can bet your box of dollars, that i won’t quit, nah, not me
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| and i’ma keep pushing, hustling, … my grind, yeah. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dreamer , by - Ace Hood. Song from the album The Statement 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп