| Hey, I gotta dollar and a dream, that’s all a nigga got
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| So if it’s 'bout that cream, then I’m all up in the spot
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| I got a dollar and a dream, just a dollar and a dream
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| Cole, walk with a nigga, I give you my pain
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| So much on my mind, I wonder how it fit in my brain
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| Scattered thoughts, dark secrets lead me to a blacker heart
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| Life can’t get any worse, Stevie with his glasses off
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| 'Cause I still don’t see hope, lookin' for a quick fix
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| When everyone I see is broke, get lost in weed smoke
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| Knowin' it make it worse, thoughts roam uncontrollably
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| Barely trustin' niggas, over a decade they been knowin' me
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| Shit, life at the bottom, nobody but God got em'
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| They say he wouldn’t leave me, yet I’m fallin' like it’s Autumn
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| Tell me, what do you do just when you’re on your last dollar
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| And the stress of this mess you in can make your ass holla?
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| Do you fold, grow bitter and grow cold?
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| No longer fightin', now the only thing you grow is old
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| Or do you flip that fuckin' dollar to a dream?
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| Whether a scholar or a fiend, watch a pawn become a king
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| Cole!
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| Young nigga with his jeans low
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| Nice guy, just got a mean flow
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| Never seen rich but he’s seen poor
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| Mr. Dollar and a Dream in case she know
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| That’s all a nigga got
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| So if it’s 'bout that cream, then I’m all up in the spot
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| I got a dollar and a dream, just a dollar and a dream
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| Yeah, armed and ready, you niggas strung out, you spaghetti
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| Ya paper, confetti, small time, y’all on one, I’m on mine
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| You logged off 'cause I’m online, small talk from small minds
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| I wanna buy the mall but there ain’t shit in this small town
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| This where I get my dough
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| My niggas make sure the money right and then I rip the show
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| I run the town they tried to call me underground
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| I spun around like, you wish
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| Homie my backpack Louis, now watch just how I do this
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| I got the nerds rappin' hard shit, dummies rappin' smart shit
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| Mozart meets Humphrey Bogart with this from the heart shit
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| Play your part, life is but a dream for me
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| I get a flash of nightmares when niggas scheme on me
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| It’s hard to see my enemies, who infiltrated my team
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| I take a step back and notice that things ain’t what they seem
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| That’s when a nigga refocus, yeah I turn on them high beams
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| I got that red dot waitin', I’m wastin' your whole regime
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| I wish a nigga would, boy you can’t out-smart me
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| I let you feel like you the shit, but boy you can’t out-fart me
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| Ya never have it, I know you want what I got
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| But nigga you ain’t me, but you are what I’m not
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| And that’s a phony ass, lonely ass, Cole is what you know me as
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| But we far from homies, if you know my mama, you know me
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| If ya don’t then well I’m sorry, you should get to know Kay
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| Man she been workin' too hard, I should send her a bouquet
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| My goal this year is a real one, gonna stack a million
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| And as soon as I do, Mama that 9 to 5 is through
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| And I know I ain’t been callin', but I’m thinkin' 'bout you
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| And all the shit that you been through
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| My girl and then my brother too
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| 'Cause this life gets hard on this road, yeah it’s true
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| I don’t never tell you how much I be stressin', but I do
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| But I suck it up for who? |
| My fans and my mans
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| Who probably never ever had this type of lifestyle in they plans
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| Hoppin' in and out of vans, on the buses, on the planes
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| Gettin' brain from a bitch and thinkin' «Goddamn, what’s her name?»
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| Sometimes I just shake my head and tell myself this is a shame
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| And then my other side kick in like, «Bitch, don’t be so fuckin' lame»
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| Dang, what a life, another day, another night
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| At times this shit is all blurry, pray and hope that God heard me
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| Just for those prayin' for me, man I know that y’all worry
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| But I ain’t never failed and you can bet I never will
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| Cole!
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| Young nigga with his jeans low
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| Nice guy, just got a mean flow
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| Never seen rich but he’s seen poor
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| Mr. Dollar and a dream in case she ain’t know
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| Hey, I gotta dollar and a dream, that’s all a nigga got
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| So if it’s 'bout that cream, then I’m all up in the spot
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| I got a dollar and a dream, just a dollar and a dream
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| Hey, 'cause nigga that’s life, and trust me I’m livin'
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| Look what a nigga made out the shit that I was given
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| Look what a nigga made out
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| Look what a nigga made out
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| Got a dollar and a dream
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| Three |