Crack Dreams

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My mama was a gangster- (Crack Dreams) Yeah, yeah yeah My auntie was a gangster (Aye) This my favorite album and I ain't even record it yet- My grandma was a gangster (Aye) Yeah- (My sister's gangster) Yeah yeah (Matter of fact, I ain't even- I ain't even gone call-) (As long-) and these niggas ain't gangster (Aye) Aye, aye, aye, aye, yeah, aye [Verse 1] When I die they gon' remember this Weight on my shoulders, shit I should've got a membership They envious but they ain't give me shit Every time the first of the month, that boy got plenty licks Took plenty trips, took many risks, they wasn't listening Can't keep the bitch, I told her "I'm down," she want different dick Can't pimp a bitch, I'm a trapper I can't pimp a bitch Pull up with sniff, at that big house in the sticks and shit Different day, same grind Before I ask a bitch sum, I'm sayin' "nevermind" She'll come and see you in the county, but don't do the time Homie keep sayin' "It's lit," but he don't wanna grind Mama know I trap, she see me and get gas money They see me doin' me, they think I got that rap money How you think I took them trips? That's off of trap money What the fuck you think I did before this rap money? At least he down, I know my grandma proud I only got good shit to tell her when I come to town I stop by, see my daughters before every time I'm outta town I'm trynna stack that money up and fly my mama down My homie see my videos and want me to throw him a pound He fresh outta jail he feelin' like I let him down I got that 30 stick every time I come around How the fuck I tell my brother that I don't trust him now? Everybody I was cool with, they want problems now These niggas, they ain't really shooters, they just shootin' up cars Ever since I sold dope, I've been rentin' cars Take my bitch to Enterprise, she use her credit card I told my bitch she all I got, I hope she grind with me One real ass nigga, I hope she find it in me I'm nice to her, but she know that it's grimy in me We ain't goin' go out like T.I. and Tiny did it All I hear is "Slitherman don't sign that dotted line" They holler "independent," them niggas got 9-5's I watched my friends turned to opps, now they in the comments When I see 'em now, they talk 'bout how I'm always droppin' My bitch said "When you blow, Neph, don't forget 'bout me" Bitch think I owe her sum, I met her the other week I always do a classic on them Project beat Let Big Neph talk his shit right here on Crack Dreams They say my daddy was a hustler, but I don't know the nigga I'm a gangster 'cause my mama, so fuck the nigga My mama the one who told me "Never ever back down from niggas" Her favorite rapper was Biggie, that's how I know the nigga When I was young I used to bump Ten Crack Commandments Mama knew I had it in me and she couldn't stand it Mama at the club, I made my own sandwich Auntie high on crack, she ain't even changin' Pampers All I wanted was to be the first millionaire All my life, ride dirty like Chamillionaire I love SlitherHer, my sister, she was really there Don't make her call me if you actin' silly over there Mama knew I was a hustler at a young nigga She always said my daddy always was a fuck nigga She always kept that attitude, like "Fuck niggas" She said "They bleed like you, so fuck 'em up nigga" I love my auntie even though I used to curse her out I used to call her "Crackhead," now I feel bad about it My uncle smoked, too, but he'll whoop my ass about it My grandma know they smoked, so she'll give me a pass about it (She don't trip) That nigga snitched and tried to give me reasons why he did it (But I ain't cared) I'm still nervous to this day I think he still snitchin' (Aye) I drop these songs 'cause any day them boys might come and get me (Come and get me) I got demons from my past, they really walkin' with me (Aye, for real) [Outro] Yeah yeah Yeah, yeah yeah Yeah, yeah yeah Aye, aye, aye, yeah