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letra de millionaire dreams - little torment

[verse 1]
when you come from the mud this sh-t feels a little different
they might lock you in the prison
have you missing from your infant
the industry’s fake, f-ck that show, i’m at home
n-ggas power hungry, it’s far from support i own
antisocial dude, i spent too long on the strip
the weed man across the block known me since a kid
so many times they stopped my growth i could recall
on the block selling rock like the beatles, it gets evil
six years, i hope bro don’t get the recall
had to bury bro last year, we played in the sand in preschool
camе up in a kitchen, we was flying birds for real
knеw that we would make it, p-ssed he didn’t see me sign a deal
grew up round them n-ggas that just take this life for jokes
out of selling all this dope, today they give us the rope
haters wanna put me in a grave and take my wealth
i don’t know if these n-ggas hate me or hate themselves
[hook]
millionaire dreams, whip my pyrex and then we link the fiends
tryna reach that place where the grass is green
plot and scheme, rise the beam, it gets mean
millionaire dreams, whip my pyrex and then we link the fiends
tryna reach that place where the grass is green
plot and scheme, rise the beam, it gets mean

[verse 2]
i keep a ringer parked in case i’ve gotta do the deed
i keep some lawyer money stacked for a case i gotta beat
me and certain man can’t par again but it’s love
i can’t go broke again, i’m way too connected with the plugs
came up out the mud, i’ve still got dirt on my jeans
two new tapes, i’ve still got that work for the fiends
nothing worth having’s easy so i kept grinding
bro on the life wing but he keeps on smiling
i ain’t focused on nothing but this bag and my kid
i know some kids that don’t get nothing from their dads
baby mother moving crazy soon as it gets rough
baby daddy done out, hear he’s f-cking with that stuff
turn on your mans, i look at them boy with disgust
friend turned enemy, the reason i don’t trust
grub in the room, how i spend most my nights
hoping the fed don’t kick the door and read me my rights
[hook]
millionaire dreams, whip my pyrex and then we link the fiends
tryna reach that place where the grass is green
plot and scheme, rise the beam, it gets mean
millionaire dreams, whip my pyrex and then we link the fiends
tryna reach that place where the grass is green
plot and scheme, rise the beam, it gets mean
millionaire dreams, whip my pyrex and then we link the fiends
tryna reach that place where the grass is green
plot and scheme, rise the beam, it gets mean
millionaire dreams, whip my pyrex and then we link the fiends
tryna reach that place where the grass is green
plot and scheme, rise the beam, it gets mean

- little torment

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