Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dreaming , by - Rylo Rodriguez. Release date: 26.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dreaming |
| 'Member being broke, talking four dollars |
| 'Member standing in the cell for four hours |
| I ain’t reminiscing, I’m just tryna get the feeling back |
| 'Cause yesterday we just took cold showers |
| I wonder if hearing got |
| Put my demons in here, wish I could bring 'em cold water |
| Some niggas in jail who was in the streets got rich off cutting dope |
| They went broke, started cutting hair, they turned to barbers |
| Nigga ratted on his own man so he grewed up to play with him |
| He snitched, thought shit would go away, like a roommate, it stayed with him |
| What’s the bro code? |
| Talking buy hoes, feed your main bitch, feelings all fair |
| Paul Bearer |
| Kill a nigga, streets call you back |
| Go to jail, now they can’t call you back |
| Where we from, a lot of you niggas 12, yeah, without the badge |
| They’ll give you a hundred shots in 12, that’s why I do that |
| white and blue, I ain’t talking 'bout troops, talking gang flags |
| Load up this thot ho from the hood, yeah, she got bad kids |
| Said she ain’t selling pussy no more since she got her ass did |
| Hoping that a rich nigga come cuff her and buy a new Benz |
| I’m tryna grab your hair, why you sad I didn’t buy a new whip |
| Ex bitch love me, I done blowed up |
| Saying picture me like this, I should’ve posed for her |
| Watch them young niggas go for sticking stores up |
| Still leaving out they cell picking stores up |
| Bustdown on my wrist, I got 'em watching |
| They gon' lose count if they tryna count my pockets |
| He got caught with a lot of shit, why he ain’t make it passed the |
| Been fucking on a vegan, that ho got me thinking broccoli |
| She got me thinking lettuce, but I still be getting cake |
| Pull up, I can’t meet you 'cause I got too much at stake |
| And she be wanting to leave me but she got so much to rake |
| I put niggas on my back even though it’s twenty times my weight |
| Lately, I been ghetto dreaming |
| Ghetto dreaming, ghetto dreaming, yeah |
| I been thanking million dollar sponsors that go commercial |
| Go get me a mansion in the hood, can’t go commercial |
| I love you like I love myself with me, can’t no one hurt you |
| Ain’t pick up a pencil in some years, ain’t wrote them verses |
| Thinking 'bout the future, tell my dawg he need investment money |
| But we niggas in the club and go to burning hundreds |
| Said the bottle girl don’t bring no bottles, just some fire exstinguishers |
| and hope that she remember (What's happenin', Chi Chi?) |
| If we pull up in the Hellcat, hope the law forgive us |
| I know niggas who got elbowed just like Conor McGregor |
| Project baby tired of working, he tryna pull his head up |
| Made three niggas robbed his job while he was on the schedule (What's happenin', |
| Chi Chi?) |
| All you niggas entitled to your own opinions |
| I can’t stress about what they think 'bout me, period |
| She can’t sit in my lil' period, lil' ho, these Amiris |
| Can’t be with them lil' boys, I don’t even take 'em serious |
| Almost made my mama cry when I didn’t graduate |
| But look ma, I get paid now to walk 'cross the stage |
| My dawg on his third strike, I pray he walk 'cross his base |
| Designer tapered but I ain’t talking space |
| 'Member being broke, talking four dollars |
| 'Member standing in the cell for four hours |
| I ain’t reminiscing, I’m just tryna get the feeling back |
| 'Cause yesterday we just took cold showers |
| I wonder if hearing got |
| Put my demons in here, wish I could bring 'em cold water |
| Some niggas in jail who was in the streets got rich off cutting dope |
| They went broke, started cutting hair, they turned to barbers |
| Lately, I been ghetto dreaming |
| Ghetto dreaming, ghetto dreaming, yeah |
| I been thanking million dollar sponsors that go commercial |
| Go get me a mansion in the hood, can’t go commercial (What's happenin', Chi Chi? |