| I had a dream that I made it
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| Never have to dream about my crib getting raided
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| (Why Fam)
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| That’s cah' I never had to move dank
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| Celebrating like them fans from the new camp
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| More groupies than you can imagine
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| Flyer than Aladdin, niggas tryna jump on the wagon
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| I still rolled with a hand-ting
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| Only difference is I was going home to a mansion
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| Had an indoor football pitch playing goal-to-goal
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| I was still me I never sold my soul
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| I bought my whole hood whips
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| Even the fends and no-good chicks
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| Had the block looking like a car-lot
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| I rep Church Road till my heart stops
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| Came through in a stupid mik
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| Ace of spades and I juiced the diluted drinks
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| Those flashing lights
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| Got me so hypnotised
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| Take me to paradise
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| Take me to paradise
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| Those flashing lights
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| Got me so hypnotised
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| Take me to paradise
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| Take me to paradise
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| Used to be on probation because I shot green
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| Now I’m in Sandro paid with the yaght team
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| Touring the world, killing the shows
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| Me and Youngs fucking the industry hoes
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| No-one looking bummy now we’re all fresh
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| They’re calling me a legend like George Best
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| Used to mix yayo with lighter cane
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| Now I fly to Spain on a private plane
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| Goodbye to selling working bud
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| Went from stepping on pure coke to Persian rugs
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| Six-figure paintings on my walls
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| Marble floors, cameras by the doors
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| Spend a week with my girl out in Aspen
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| Let me a get a shout-out to the has-beens
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| Me and Fats sat racing in Ferraris
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| Nothing ain’t changed though raving in Armani
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| Those flashing lights
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| Got me so hypnotised
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| Take me to paradise
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| Take me to paradise
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| Those flashing lights
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| Got me so hypnotised
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| Take me to paradise
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| Take me to paradise
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| Giving out cheques and jewels to my family
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| Can’t believe this is true, music was plan B
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| I was on the road-side moving that candy
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| In the Trap house cooking food — Gordon Ramsay
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| They don’t wanna see me shine in that fast car
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| DB9 same colour as a Mars bar
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| Dress code smoother than lotion
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| Drop the mixtape then I blew like the ocean
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| The record label independent
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| All my niggas had chains 20 carats in the pendants
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| Hardly in the hood always over-seas
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| So keep that change if you owe me P’s
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| Had a personal suit taylor, bitch like tomb raider
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| True savior, chain look like a blue laser
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| Then my ling ring Cos them shoots stay fending.
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| That’s when I realised that I was day-dreaming
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| Those flashing lights
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| Got me so hypnotised
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| Take me to paradise
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| Take me to paradise
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| Those flashing lights
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| Got me so hypnotised
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| Take me to paradise
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| Take me to paradise |