When you hear what I'm about to say
We all got dreams, nigga
I'm sure you won't be able to find your head
When you hear what I'm about to say
We outside past twelve o'clock
You want to cut the lights out of the car
You want to be late
Nobody, nobody, nobody wants to be with us
We all got dreams
Keep a bad bitch around
Just a roll of my weed
Nobody
Used to have a runny nose
When I was flippin' over gates
Back then I was trappin' hard
Movin' grams off of gates
Couldn't wait to get a Benz
And drive that shit across the states
Gotta smoke a lot of weed
Because my heart is filled with hate
Like, you used my name
Hope it tastes like death
We slide like an avalanche
And leave your brain on the steps
We killed the competition
They ain't built like us
We got imaginary money
Like Scrooge picked up
I ain't hard to find
Still be on the block like a light pole
Raised up on these niggas
Now they callin' me Michael
Psycho
Goin' Dr. Jekyll for this cake
Make a movie like Al Pacino
When I hop inside that freight
We all got dreams
Drop 2K for the jeans
Keep a bad bitch around
Just a roll of my weed
All I ever needed
Was a Benz with no card notes
Pension in Calabasas
Making sure that my mom
We all got dreams
Wanna see my kids graduate college
Stay in them banks like Lloyd
With draws and deposits
I peep them scheming
From the eye sight and the scope
Benz had bars
Since they was sending niggas to the boat
Murder she wrote
Bullets check me and you click
My young boy just came home
He went back for a switch
Throwing up the gang signs
Now you know where I'm from
Confessions of an outlaw
Pillow talk with my gun
Got a couple bands on me
Light flex for you haters
F*ck a bitch at the Ritz
And I tell her I'll see you later
Keep a big knock on me
Send your homie to a grave site
Real rock for you
It's black hoodies for the daylight
Thanks for watching