Dope Boy Dreams lyrics

[Intro]
Pourin' up for them real n*ggas
We gon' roll one up for the real hittas
(I'm working on dying)
Quando Rondo, n*gga

[Chorus]
All the real n*ggas in Heaven, man, I need someone to call on
Nowadays these phones tapped, I don't even wanna talk on 'em
Down a very long road, these n*ggas ain't never walked on it
My back against the rope, she cut her ties so I could fall on it
You wasn't built to hold sh*t down, that's why you turned your back on me
You couldn't hold me down, even if you had on some gravity
I built my own empire, they tryna take down my masterpiece
I think they mad I turned my dreams into reality
See, I was grindin' out my trunk, I feel like Master P
Pourin' up for them real n*ggas
Roll one up for them real n*ggas
Dope boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real n*ggas
Post in the cut with them real killas

[Verse 1]
Loyalty run deep, but it seem like my friends ain't friends no more
Blood in the streets plus in my veins don't make us kin no more
15K, that's for a verse, remember gettin' 10 a show
Goin' before my time, I'm like a binder, I won't bend or fold
I put my di*k inside your ear, f*ck what you heard, but they stay talkin'
Feelin' just like Future off this herb, and plus them Perkys callin'
I could hear Miss Murdy callin'
Pick up the phone, she tellin' me I ain't got no worries, darlin'
Like Hakuna Matata
It ain't no more room on my roster
I flip around the city with top shottas
Timmy told me go get 'em, and I got 'em
All 'em broken promises, I never bought 'em
[Chorus]
All the real n*ggas in Heaven, man, I need someone to call on
Nowadays these phones tapped, I don't even wanna talk on 'em
Down a very long road, these n*ggas ain't never walked on it
My back against the rope, she cut her ties so I could fall on it
You wasn't built to hold sh*t down, that's why you turned your back on me
You couldn't hold me down, even if you had on some gravity
I built my own empire, they tryna take down my masterpiece
I think they mad I turned my dreams into reality
See, I was grindin' out my trunk, I feel like Master P
Pourin' up for them real n*ggas
Roll one up for them real n*ggas
Dope boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real n*ggas
Post in the cut with them real killas

[Verse 2]
Abandoned house all by myself
No, I don't really be on no party sh*t
I'm tryna feed the streets, I feel like Roddy Ricch
How you 'posed to be my dawg, you wanna murk me, though?
Signed to the streets three times, I feel like Durkio
Countin' a Patek while on a jet, I ain't talkin' Tokyo
You told them lies to me, no Pinocchio
And then you got the nerve to ask me how I feel, n*gga
Pour one up for them real n*ggas
I wanna tell the world about you just so they could get jealous
And if you see her 'fore I do, tell her I wish that I met her
If I catch the opposition, guarantee I'ma stretch 'em
So he bet' not let me catch 'em
[Chorus]
All the real n*ggas in Heaven, man, I need someone to call on
Nowadays these phones tapped, I don't even wanna talk on 'em
Down a very long road, these n*ggas ain't never walked on it
My back against the rope, she cut her ties so I could fall on it
You wasn't built to hold sh*t down, that's why you turned your back on me
You couldn't hold me down, even if you had on some gravity
I built my own empire, they tryna take down my masterpiece
I think they mad I turned my dreams into reality
See, I was grindin' out my trunk, I feel like Master P
Pourin' up for them real n*ggas
Roll one up for them real n*ggas
Dope boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real n*ggas
Post in the cut with them real killas