Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Started as a Dream, artist - Yungeen Ace. Date of issue: 18.11.2021
Song language: English
Started as a Dream |
| Josh Coleman |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Turn it up |
| All this shit start off as a dream (As a dream) |
| Them fast cars and fancy house |
| Getting money with the team (With the gang now) |
| Putting in work for all the trappers (For all the trappers) |
| Fill the streets with blicks, and ammunition for the clappers |
| Go back to the hood and all the corner store all for the children |
| For all the struggling mom, wanna split all my millions |
| I wanna give y’all bigger house |
| And knock down the apartment buildings |
| I ain’t gone lie this been a dream way back when I was little |
| It’s been a hard time, people just don’t understand |
| They end up sending him to jail, that shit’ll break up the whole family |
| Next thing you know yo' mom and kids outside |
| And they don’t got nowhere to go |
| Kids can’t be kids no mo' |
| Stop playing sports and losing hope |
| Next thing they grab that blick and tryna find a way to survive |
| Selling dope or taking drugs to ease they mind |
| Looking at life different, they know this life do or die |
| He loses him and loses him he slide to keep from crying |
| Tryna keep the present the government for tryna take the food stamps |
| Police for judging black men, always killing them |
| Flood the street with my music, and hit them hard like Cocaine |
| The rappers just like trapper just the cousin of the dope game |
| All this shit start off as a dream |
| Them fast cars and fancy house |
| Getting money with the team |
| Putting in work for all the trappers |
| Fill the streets with blicks, and ammunition for the clappers |
| Go back to the hood and all the corner store all for the children |
| For all the struggling mom, wanna split all my millions |
| I wanna give y’all bigger house |
| And knock down the apartment buildings |
| I ain’t gone lie this been a dream way back when I was little |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I remember sleeping on the floor |
| Got to my lowest when I ain’t have hope |
| Feel like I’m still there |
| On the block posted up at the store |
| Thinking bout my brother like where did time go |
| So I wish you was here |
| All this pain steady killing me |
| Feel like when I’m gone ain’t nobody gon' be missing me |
| Take drugs to the dome I’m so stone ion' remember me |
| Just wanna forever sleep |
| Still keep my G23 |
| Dream bout shining forever with my dawgs |
| My son be my letter so I can see tomorrow |
| This pain make me no better then any of y’all |
| Forever reach for the stars |
| All this shit start off as a dream |
| Them fast cars and fancy house |
| Getting money with the team |
| Putting in work for all the trappers |
| Fill the streets with blicks, and ammunition for the clappers |
| Go back to the hood and all the corner store all for the children |
| For all the struggling mom, wanna split all my millions |
| I wanna give y’all bigger house |
| And knock down the apartment buildings |
| I ain’t gone lie this been a dream way back when I was little |
| Risky |