Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dreams and Nightmares, artist - Meek Mill.
Date of issue: 25.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dreams and Nightmares |
Ain’t this what they’ve been waiting for? |
You ready? |
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this |
So I had to grind like that to shine like this |
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit |
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists |
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true |
It was time to marry the game and I said, «Yeah, I do» |
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view |
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, «Achoo» |
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze |
I’m gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between |
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I’m lionhearted |
They love me when I was stuck and hated when I was departed |
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m an artist |
No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garage |
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin' |
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em |
I did it without an album |
I did shit with Mariah |
Lil' nigga I’m on fire |
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I’m fly-er |
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased |
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace |
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot |
Phantom so big, it can’t even fit in the parking spot |
You ain’t talkin' 'bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout? |
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don’t talk a lot |
I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word |
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga |
Hold up wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished? |
When I bought that Aston Martin y’all thought it was rented? |
Flexin' on these niggas, I’m like Popeye on his spinach |
Double M, yeah that’s my team, Rozay the captain, I’m the lieutenant |
I’m the type to count a million cash then grind like I’m broke |
That Lambo, my new bitch, she’ll ride like my Ghost |
I’m ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toes |
'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home |
'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk |
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed |
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked |
'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don’t fuck around, no joke |
All I know is murder, when it comes to me |
I got young niggas that’s rollin' I got niggas throwin' B’s |
I done did the DOAs I done did the KODs |
Every time I’m in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G’s |
Now I’m hanging out that drop head, I’m riding down on Collins |
They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin' |
We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we’re Robin |
This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin' |
I’m that real nigga what up, real nigga what up |
If you ain’t about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up |
If you diss me in yo' raps, I’ll get your pussy ass stuck up |
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain’t good |
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood |
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could |
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o’clock |
And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga they watch |
And I’m the king of my city 'cause I’m still calling them shots |
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped |
I’m the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock |
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot |
And these niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me |
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E |
They gon' remember me, I say remember me |
So much money have ya friends turn into enemies |
And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories |
With them bricks they go from 40 ain’t no 10 a key, hold up |
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch |
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick? |
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist |
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick |
I’m gone |
Woo |