Dollar and A Dream

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, uh (Uh) This for all my 'Ville niggas, man, all my Carolina niggas, man (The lights off and shit) All my real niggas, man, no matter where you come from and shit (Real niggas relate to this shit, you know?) We gon' call this shit right here "Dollar And A Dream" (Yeah) [Verse] A dollar and a dream, that's all a nigga got, so (Yeah) If it's 'bout that cream, then I'm all up in the spot I was raised in the F-A-Y, a nigga never gave me nothin' Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, that's life And trust me, I'm livin' Look what a nigga made out the shit that I was given Look what a nigga came out (Yeah) Mama sewin' patches on my holes Man, our hoes couldn't put this flame out Straight up, I got my back against the brick wall (Yeah) I'm from a world where niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistols You pass through, you better pray them bullets miss y'all I thank the Lord, He let a nigga make it this far A lot niggas don't, a lot of moms weep (Yeah) I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me You never know when a nigga might try to harm me Rest in peace that nigga John Lee, I pour liquor, homie It's foul, but yo, the world keeps spinnin' Gotta keep winnin', get up off this cheap linen Nigga, I'ma eat, even if it means sinnin' Niggas want beef, I'ma sink my teeth in 'em Pause, I go harder (Yeah), I am all about a dollar (Yeah) You niggas street smart? I'm a motherfuckin' scholar So trust me, I ain't stoppin' 'til my money is long (Yeah) So much dough them hoes'll think I'm rockin' money cologne Have a model at the crib waitin', "Honey, I'm home" Cookin' greens for a nigga, give him plenty of dome It's funny, we dream about money so much it's like we almost got it Until we reach up in our pockets (Damn) It's time to face reality (Yeah), the 'Ville is a trap nigga now (Uh) And if you ain't focused, you gon' be here for a while, yeah My nigga Mike rollin' with me, ridin' shotgun Type of nigga know 'bout every car but don't got one That's hunger, no wonder niggas fuckin' with the evils Posted on the corner, sellin' crack like it's legal But who am I to judge how a nigga get his paper? (Yeah) This money comin' soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up I guess I gotta wake up these niggas myself (Uh-huh) An E&J sipper, but my shit is top shelf Young J (Uh), the rawest shit you niggas ever heard of (Yeah) A journalist, nigga, call me the Fayetteville Observer (Uh, yeah, yeah) [Outro] You know the routine, man, Fayettenam Real niggas can relate, uh And 'Ville niggas can relate, man My niggas know about the struggle, man What you know about your mama sewin' patches on your holes, nigga? I had the, I had the, the light blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh shit I was in like, I was in like first grade, man, I swear It was like the 6s came out, the Jordan 6s Aw, them shits was so fire man, I wanted 'em so bad Darryl, what up, man? My nigga Darryl had them shits on in class, yo I wanted that shit so bad I begged my mom for them shits, but you know She couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me She got me some Reebok Blacktops But that was all good, though, 'cause uh The year after that, I had, I had some, some no-name shits Some all-black shits, man Them shits had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you know? But you know, back then, niggas didn't Niggas ain't even know we was broke, man, no worries and shit, but uh Times have changed, man, I got bills My mom's in debt, nigga, what you know about that? College loans and shit, nigga Gotta get this money, man Shout out the whole BSC, my nigga Slum Bugz DJ Sunkist, The Don, Drew Cartier Dre Bless, my nigga DJ BabeyDrew Freeze, I see you