My Dreams

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RJ Payne - Rap

My Dreams

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[Verse] Uh, check See I went from pennies into a cash addict This nigga Benny changin' my tax bracket Lord forgive me for what I did with that crack package 12-12 skinnies, the semi under my Craftmatic Yeah, I grew up a fuckin' screw up That 30 somethin' year old rapper finally blew up, huh?! Benny found me and sign me to build the crew up Griselda sellin' out every building, we filled a few up I'm simply workin', pimpin' for certain, sippin' my bourbon Light up the blunt, close up the Bentley curtains It's Leatherface in the fuckin' flesh, they gon' send the surgeon The way I carve up my enemies, shit's a bit disturbin' This is summon, pastor and preacher Pass me the reefer, immaculate teacher Two twin hammers, clap you with either I'm from a different world when Sinbad was mackin' Jalessa My pen the best, picture Imhotep rappin' in Egypt, it's PAYNE!!! If you ain't on my fuckin' side, don't be judgin' me 'Cause I been heartless since my mother died right in front of me Yeah, then years later, my brother died suddenly Cut and dry, I fuckin' cried, it's overcomin' me I need a minute, real niggas don't need a gimmick In my lane, it ain't a speedin' limit I got the bag and bought my freedom with it I knocked it out the park You don't know if it was me or Derek Jeter hit it The industry callin', I know they heard me wildin' They all see what I did on that Erick Sermon album One thing 'bout a murderer, you observe him smilin' Laughin' to the bank, nigga, every word has been worth a thousand The heart of the streets, my market unique These vinyl deals made it where both my artists can eat For starters, we don't want no part of ya beef Not to brag, but I'm too busy poppin' tags, disregardin' receipts I'm sayin', this one of the vividest pictures painted RJ Payne, my nigga, let's get acquainted I'm here to get as rich, you dig it, forget the famous I'm talkin' seven digits, this shit is a different language Geah, see all the hatred ain't strong enough Always knew I could make it, shit, I'm just warmin' up Pure cocaine, raw lines, snort 'em up Be careful how you speak on the God when you talk him up It's PAYNE!!! [Outro] Square Root of a Kilo shit BSF gang, nigga, Black Soprano Family EIMG in the motherfuckin' building PA Dre, you got another one, nigga Let's work

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Credits

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  • PA. Dre
  • RJ Payne