Dollar and A Dream lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh (Uh)
This for all my 'Ville n*ggas, man, all my Carolina n*ggas, man (The lights off and sh*t)
All my real n*ggas, man, no matter where you come from and sh*t (Real n*ggas relate to this sh*t, you know?)
We gon' call this sh*t right here "Dollar And A Dream" (Yeah)

[Verse]
A dollar and a dream, that's all a n*gga 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 n*gga never gave me nothin'
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, f*ck him, that's life
And trust me, I'm livin'
Look what a n*gga made out the sh*t that I was given
Look what a n*gga 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga make it this far
A lot n*ggas don't, a lot of moms weep (Yeah)
I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me
You never know when a n*gga might try to harm me
Rest in peace that n*gga John Lee, I pour liquor, homie
It's foul, but yo, the world keeps spinnin'
Gotta keep winnin', get up off this cheap linen
n*gga, I'ma eat, even if it means sinnin'
n*ggas want beef, I'ma sink my teeth in 'em
Pause, I go harder (Yeah), I am all about a dollar (Yeah)
You n*ggas street smart? I'm a motherf*ckin' 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 n*gga, 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 n*gga now (Uh)
And if you ain't focused, you gon' be here for a while, yeah
My n*gga Mike rollin' with me, ridin' shotgun
Type of n*gga know 'bout every car but don't got one
That's hunger, no wonder n*ggas f*ckin' with the evils
Posted on the corner, sellin' crack like it's legal
But who am I to judge how a n*gga get his paper? (Yeah)
This money comin' soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up
I guess I gotta wake up these n*ggas myself (Uh-huh)
An E&J sipper, but my sh*t is top shelf
Young J (Uh), the rawest sh*t you n*ggas ever heard of (Yeah)
A journalist, n*gga, call me the Fayetteville Observer (Uh, yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
You know the routine, man, Fayettenam
Real n*ggas can relate, uh
And 'Ville n*ggas can relate, man
My n*ggas know about the struggle, man
What you know about your mama sewin' patches on your holes, n*gga?
I had the, I had the, the light blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh sh*t
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 sh*ts was so fire man, I wanted 'em so bad
Darryl, what up, man?
My n*gga Darryl had them sh*ts on in class, yo
I wanted that sh*t so bad
I begged my mom for them sh*ts, 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 sh*ts
Some all-black sh*ts, man
Them sh*ts had metal, metal shoelace buckles and sh*t, you know?
But you know, back then, n*ggas didn't
n*ggas ain't even know we was broke, man, no worries and sh*t, but uh
Times have changed, man, I got bills
My mom's in debt, n*gga, what you know about that?
College loans and sh*t, n*gga
Gotta get this money, man
Shout out the whole BSC, my n*gga Slum Bugz
DJ Sunkist, The Don, Drew Cartier
Dre Bless, my n*gga DJ BabeyDrew
Freeze, I see you