Dolla and A Dream lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, 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, no matter where you come from and sh*t
(We gon' call this sh*t right here "A Dolla And A Dream")

[Verse]
A dolla and a dream, that's all a n*gga got, so (Yeah)
If it's about that cream, then I'm all up in the spot
I was raised in the F-A-Y, a n*gga never gave me nothing
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, f*ck him, that's life
And trust me I'm living, look what a n*gga made out
The sh*t that I was given, look what a n*gga came out
Momma sewing 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 spinning
Gotta keep winning, get up off this cheap linen
n*gga I'mma eat, even if it means sinning
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*cking scholar
So trust me, I ain't stopping 'til my money is long
So much dough, them hoes will think I'm rocking money cologne
Have a model at the crib waiting, "Honey, I'm home"
Cooking 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
And if you ain't focused you gonna be here for a while, yeah
My n*gga Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun
Type a n*gga know about every car, but don't got one
That's hunger, no wonder n*ggas f*cking with the evils
Posted on the corner, selling crack like its legal
But who am I to judge how a n*gga get his paper?
This money coming 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)
[Outro]
Yeah
You know the routine, man
Fayettnam
Real n*ggas can relate
And Ville n*ggas can relate, man
My n*ggas know about the struggle, man
What you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, n*gga?
I had the light blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh sh*t
I was in like first grade man, I swear
It was like the Sixes came out, the Jordan Sixes
Them sh*t was so fly man, I wanted them 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 that sh*t, you know
But she couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me
Got me some Reeboks Blacktops, ahaha
But that was all good tho, cuz uh
The year after that I had, I had some, some no name sh*ts
Some all black sh*ts, haha
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 is in debt, what you know about that?
College loans and sh*t, n*gga
Gotta get this money, ma