| Hey, I got a dollar and a dream
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| It’s all a nigga got so it’s about that green
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| And I’m all up in that spot, hey
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| Yeah, the mental state of a young black genius conflicted
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| The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive
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| Money and clothes I done dreamed about
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| And all the hoes that I fiend about
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| Ay, tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I never had?
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| Waving gats instead of flags, the American Dream
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| Why do we cling to the villains, knowing they kill 'em?
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| My niggas high enough to swing from the ceiling
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| Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook
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| Filled with dreams, this is my hope book
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| Still the screams from little girls shot and killed fill my head on the daily
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| At times I question God,
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| can you blame me? |
| They can’t tame me
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| My voice screech through the streets, I’m a beast on 'em
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| Oh no, he will not fold, you will not see a crease on him
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| He will not slip or lose his grip, they got them cleats on him
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| But never will he run unless you call police on him
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| One time, two times, three times
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| Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I’m throwin' up the peace sign
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| It’s two sides to a nigga though
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| I said it’s two sides to a nigga, yo
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| Ay look, sometimes I’m feeling high then I’m feeling low
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| Lord, will I die? |
| Will I survive? |
| Let a nigga know
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| You say you know me but what side did you get to know?
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| It’s two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo
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| Yeah, some pussy niggas pulled out on me and my mans
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| Wasn’t for the pistol, we drop 'em right where he stands
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| But still we never ran, foolish pride made us stand right there
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| Not understanding we could lose our life there
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| And then it hit us, thinking 'bout the close calls from long distance
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| Uh, as lil niggas in the 'Ville, we was trippin
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| Type of nosy ass niggas to watch the fight until it’s over
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| They ran when the gats came out, I moved closer
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| Foolish, what was I thinking? |
| Wasn’t trying to be cool, it’s
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| Just the thrill of the danger, get so filled up with anger
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| When a stranger get to violating
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| He sleeping on me wide awake, bitch I’ll annihilate him
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| I’m tired of waiting on my ticket out this muh’fucker
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| Hope they don’t kill me before I get up out this muh’fucker
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| I gotta go, now can I be that nigga I thought I was? |
| I gotta know
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| Will I make it like I thought I would? |
| I gotta blow
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| One time, two times, three times
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| Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I’m throwin' up the peace sign
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| It’s two sides to a nigga though
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| I said it’s two sides to a nigga, yo
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| Ay look, sometimes I’m feeling high then I’m feeling low
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| Lord, will I die? |
| Will I survive? |
| Let a nigga know
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| You say you know me but what side did you get to know?
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| It’s two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo
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| Yeah, I seen Heaven, seen Hell, the two faces of the Ville
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| One side dreams, the other side’s real
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| One side schemes, the other side deals
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| What the pain brings, another mother cry still
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| Why the fuck am I here, God?
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| That nigga died, why the fuck am I still alive?
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| I feel ashamed 'cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me
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| And all I seem to focus on is all this stress on me
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| Blessed homie, we breathin',
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| cold world got me sneezing
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| Wrote this when I was broke, so hey, I guess we even
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| Throwin' blows, fighting demons, tryna stop from bustin' semen
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| In an unfamiliar bitch, I know my niggas feel this shit
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| How could I fuck her raw? |
| And I just met the ho
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| My dick took over, it ain’t never felt this wet before
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| I’m stressing in my mind but its way to late to stop it
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| Make this shit so bad,
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| I had a condom in my pocket
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| Lets change the topic, before I go berserk,
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| I’m so alert
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| Riding down 95
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| , nah, I ain’t finna to go to work
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| I’m headed back home, ain’t staying that long
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| I’m chasing dreams shawty, I’m paying back loans
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| I’m paying dues that a nigga paying tax on
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| I’m tryna blow like a nigga playing saxophone
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| I’m playing daddy to another nigga daughter
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| Don’t worry, even Jesus never saw his real father
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| It don’t bother me at all though
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| Yeah, say it don’t bother me at all
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| They got me thinking 'bout my mom though
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| Man, I can’t wait to sing this song
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| I’ll be like, I’ll be like
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| Hey, don’t cry, hey, oh no
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| 'Cause we ain’t gotta worry 'bout the money no more
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| We ain’t gotta worry 'bout how the bills get paid
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| We ain’t gotta worry how the meals get fed
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| Don’t cry, hey, oh no
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| 'Cause we ain’t gotta worry 'bout the money no more
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| We ain’t gotta worry 'bout how them bill get paid
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| We ain’t gotta worry how the meals get fed
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| Hey, hey, hey |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vendetta , by - Elijah Blake. Song from the album Drift, in the genre R&B