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letra de i had dreams - gabriel grey

(intro)

grey

(hook)

i had dreams that were far outta reach
19, in the whip, in awe of the me
that changed for the better, and it all cause of me (yeah)
i’m not even done, i am hardly, i mean

(verse)

(yeah)
in the 925, isolated nights, i’m fine
rap is all i got, ‘member sellin’ by the dime
in and out the houses and apartments, got a nine
broken houses, and them pockets, crossed a borderline
y’all gеt a check, and spend it on a b-tch
me i gеt a check, and i’ll pay my momma rent (yeah)
cause she had to deal with so much, saw my brother get
caught up by the life, and the p.o., that’s correct (correct)
2nd offense, 13, 200 hours they gave to me
jumpin’ the fench, urging me to run out, escape from the
life, and i did
i ran away, i was 14
off, as a kid, a backpack, and rap dream
glad, i did, come home, saw my family
cause i, would’ve been, statistic or passing (no way)
too quick, i grew up too quick
give a sh-t, ain’t no one like this
(hook)

i had dreams that were far outta reach
20 years, in the whip, in awe of the me
that changed for the better, and it all cause of me (yeah)
i’m not even done, i am hardly, i mean (yeah, yeah)

(verse)

21, now i’m ready
48 laws, i read it
and i turned off “reads,” she don’t even know i read it (woah)
oh my god i’m petty
don’t know where my head is
but i know one thing, that i will run things
one day, if they comin’ to the 415, then they better check up
brand new berreta
can’t wait to walk in my label and tell ’em “well where is my paper? and run me my bread up!”
notice a shift in the city, and if you don’t, it’s a pity
no buddy-buddy, playin’ for keeps
don’t start a war you not ready to finish
lord be my witness, imma be one of the greatest to do it, and one of the richest
what’d cole say? (yeah)
“this that part that the thugs skip!”
9-5 job, on the whole way there, thinkin’ bout how you can run sh-t
and you wanna quit and be done, but you don’t know how you can fund sh-t
500 left on yo mom crib, hope to be the son who does it
hope to be a son who doesn’t, drop outta school for nothin’
and to be part of discussions, the one’s they have in public
of “who’s the best? and who is hot? and who rappin’ with substance?”
think i got it now, virginia in me, yeah i’m buzzin’
(hook)

i had dreams that were far outta reach
21, in the whip, in awe of the me
that changed for the better, and it all cause of me
i’m not even done, i am hardly, i mean

(outro)

grey

- gabriel grey

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