| Josh Coleman
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Turn it up
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| All this shit start off as a dream (As a dream)
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| Them fast cars and fancy house
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| Getting money with the team (With the gang now)
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| Putting in work for all the trappers (For all the trappers)
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| Fill the streets with blicks, and ammunition for the clappers
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| Go back to the hood and all the corner store all for the children
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| For all the struggling mom, wanna split all my millions
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| I wanna give y’all bigger house
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| And knock down the apartment buildings
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| I ain’t gone lie this been a dream way back when I was little
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| It’s been a hard time, people just don’t understand
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| They end up sending him to jail, that shit’ll break up the whole family
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| Next thing you know yo' mom and kids outside
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| And they don’t got nowhere to go
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| Kids can’t be kids no mo'
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| Stop playing sports and losing hope
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| Next thing they grab that blick and tryna find a way to survive
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| Selling dope or taking drugs to ease they mind
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| Looking at life different, they know this life do or die
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| He loses him and loses him he slide to keep from crying
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| Tryna keep the present the government for tryna take the food stamps
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| Police for judging black men, always killing them
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| Flood the street with my music, and hit them hard like Cocaine
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| The rappers just like trapper just the cousin of the dope game
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| All this shit start off as a dream
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| Them fast cars and fancy house
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| Getting money with the team
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| Putting in work for all the trappers
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| Fill the streets with blicks, and ammunition for the clappers
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| Go back to the hood and all the corner store all for the children
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| For all the struggling mom, wanna split all my millions
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| I wanna give y’all bigger house
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| And knock down the apartment buildings
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| I ain’t gone lie this been a dream way back when I was little
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I remember sleeping on the floor
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| Got to my lowest when I ain’t have hope
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| Feel like I’m still there
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| On the block posted up at the store
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| Thinking bout my brother like where did time go
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| So I wish you was here
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| All this pain steady killing me
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| Feel like when I’m gone ain’t nobody gon' be missing me
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| Take drugs to the dome I’m so stone ion' remember me
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| Just wanna forever sleep
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| Still keep my G23
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| Dream bout shining forever with my dawgs
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| My son be my letter so I can see tomorrow
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| This pain make me no better then any of y’all
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| Forever reach for the stars
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| All this shit start off as a dream
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| Them fast cars and fancy house
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| Getting money with the team
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| Putting in work for all the trappers
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| Fill the streets with blicks, and ammunition for the clappers
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| Go back to the hood and all the corner store all for the children
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| For all the struggling mom, wanna split all my millions
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| I wanna give y’all bigger house
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| And knock down the apartment buildings
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| I ain’t gone lie this been a dream way back when I was little
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| Risky |