Dreams Worth More Than Money (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Come on let's get it
Ya n*gga my album comin'
Dreams worth more than money n*gga
This mother f*ckin' summer
I been gettin' so much mof*ckin' money n*gga
f*ckin' all these b*tches
I think I done took a year off
Still snappin' though
A lot of n*ggas fallin' off
We ain't doing nothin' but gettin' stronger n*gga
New deals, new money, double M G Dreamchaser
Let's get it

[Verse 1]
My man got booked with a stone of white
If they make his bail a 'mil, he coming home tonight
I went from standing on them corners, jumping on them flights
Talking jumping out of Bentleys, jumping on them bikes
Middle of the jungle no strap, ice on
n*ggas pus*y in the dark, let's turn them lights on
I used to sleep on the same floors the mice on
Now it's Italian marble, moon walking like Mike doing
Rest in peace to Mike, I rest in peace the mic
I pop a couple percs, I drink that Easter Sprite
Its levels to this sh*t, dog you won't believe my life
Peanut butter jelly on a french toast, eating right
Champagne gargling, everything is marvelous
62 Maybach, I can barely park the sh*t
Got these rappers scared see em' shaking like it's Parkinsons
If they said my name they got flamed, I'm the arsonist
A man don't eat he gonna starve, a man gonna starve he gonna die
I know that they gonna try, that's why I stay strapped with a brand new mac and it's 45
So when they jump fast, better whistle like off-sides
Cause I'm from Philly, we'll eat your cheese steak
I told Diddy, I ain't walking for no cheesecake
Cause the jeweller making the band with the freeze face
I'm on now, I got neighbors like in 3 states
[Verse 2]
Do it for the vine, I ain't gonna do it
Lets talk about the time when I use to go through it
Nappy ass braids, with the cold shooters
We was playing with razors before they had the little scooters
sh*t I walked in with my Pumas on, you ain't even know it
These a million dollar pair of sneaks n*gga, you ain't even know it
Said Reebok dropped Ross, we ain't even know it
Cause he went and brought that Bentley Brookland, he ain't even show it
At 21 I wanted to pop a bottle
At 22 I wanted the hottest model
At 23 I wanted the Rolls-Royce
So what you think I did, I went and f*cking got it
I hit my hood, n*ggas looking f*cking sour
They see me rolling and I be like you f*cking coward
I just want to ball, spending the quarter on y'all
Just take a look at my car, you don't remember I starved
I want it all
Back in the day, packing the K
All that hate I made that go away
I do you dirty go you back to the A
Put in the verse like that Mac hit ya face
And Philly n*gga, I'm mac in the bay
I'm off beat still killing sh*t, I'm speaking all street still killing sh*t
Hurricane the first week, I still killed the sh*t
Intro been out like a year and it's still killing sh*t