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letra de hard head - itsmilly217

[chorus: roy deezy]
they said “keep on dreamin’, keep on dreamin’ (keep on dreamin’, keep on dreamin’)
on your own you’ll never be sh-t (on your own you’ll never be sh-t)
they say you will, roy, don’t you believe it (they say you will, roy, don’t you believe it)
don’t you believe it
keep on dreamin’

[verse 1: roy deezy]
i remember skipping school with my man do
catchin’ cases, takin’ money out my mom’s purse
see, back then she used to whoop me ‘til her hands bled
but nowadays she countin’ money ‘til her palms hurt
i went from having 30 women in my call log
to 20,000 of them show up at my concerts
i pull up my pants, i don’t dance, i ain’t diddy
but i be keepin’ bentley with me like he fonzworth
my cousin bebe introduced me to the dope game
f-ckin’ with them gualas that be speakin’ no english
i put in work in that kitchen whippin’ cocaine
and milly kept a .40 on him like some old english
i went from walkin’ cross town just to make a hit
to fishtailing out the lot at the four seasons
i had a big dream way before q did
and every time we split the [?]
we were beefin’ with them n-ggas that would talk a lot
until we draw down on ‘em to clean up every rumor
yeah, they got down on my mans in the parking lot
but when i catch ‘em, ima k!ll ‘em, that’s on larry hoover
if it wasn’t bout no money then it rarely move us
we was back and forth, n-gga, like a uhaul
from [?] all the way to the [?] n-gga
stuffing money in my pockets like a pool ball
f-ck broke, we ain’t never goin’ back to that
i rather drop dead, n-gga, before i let it happen
‘cause we good now, b-tches comin’ back to back
we celebrating every day like it never happened
i remember when my mama brought milly home
she was happy and even made him his first meal
but now i’m home, and it’s on, and i know we grown
but before i die, ima make him his first mil’
[chorus: roy deezy]
they said “keep on dreamin’, keep on dreamin’ (keep on dreamin’, keep on dreamin’)
on your own you’ll never be sh-t (on your own you’ll never be sh-t)
they say you will, roy, don’t you believe it (they say you will, roy, don’t you believe it)
don’t you believe it
keep on dreamin’

[verse 2: itsmilly217]
i remember skippin’ school ‘cause i hated class
flashbacks of puttin’ weed in a sandwich bag
i done graduated, now i got the white hoe
on a slow day, i was movin’ 28 bows
family came from nothin’, i just gotta get the bread
i wonder if a n-gga died, would they shed a tear
i went from havin’ 300 in my pocket
took a cali trip, now i’m the motherf-ckin’ [?]
cashed out on that bet, [?]
in two days, i caught 80 plus in the mail
this that point where your friends turn enemies
fruits of my labor got me enjoying amenities
in the trunk, spending bands like i’m caucasian
that’s probably why these n-ggas mad, ‘cause they hate me
i’m tryna make the trap great again
grow my own flower and i weigh ‘em in, yeah
sent deezy 9k while he was locked up
told him “ima be good, these guns stocked up”
and when they open them gates, nothin’ can stop us
sh-t changed, boy, i’m all about the profit
they say, “‘milly, who the f-ck you bout to sign to?”
ima stay silent ‘til it’s time to
just know it didn’t happen overnight
everything’s well deserved, bro, it’s time to take flight

- itsmilly217

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