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letra de dreams and nightmares (intro) - meek mill

[intro]
ain’t this what they’ve been waitin’ for?
you ready? uh, uh

[verse 1]
i used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
so i had to grind like that to shine like this
and the amount of time i spent on some locked-up sh-t
in the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
it was time to marry the game and i said, “yeah, i do”
if you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
got a shorty, she tryna bless me like i said achoo
like a n-gga sneezed, n-gga please, ‘fore them triggers squeeze
i’m gettin’ cream, never let them hoes get in between
of what we started, lil’ n-gga but i’m lion-hearted
they love me when i was stuck and they hated when i departed
i go and get it regardless, draw it like i’m a artist
no crawlin’, went straight to walkin’, with foreigns in my garages
all foreign b-tches ménagin’, f-ckin’, suckin’ and swallowin’
anything for a dollar, they tell me get ’em, i got ’em
i did it without a album
i did sh-t with mariah
lil’ n-gga, i’m on fire
icy as a hockey rink, philly n-gga, i’m flyer
when i bought the rolls royce they thought it was leased
then i bought that new ferrari, hater, rest in peace
hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
phantom so big, can’t even fit in the parking spot
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout my n-ggas, then what you talkin’ ’bout?
gangstas move in silence, n-gga, and i don’t talk a lot
i don’t say a word, i don’t say a word
was on my grind and now i got what i deserve, f-ck n-gga!
maybach music

[verse 2]
hold up, wait a minute (minute), y’all thought i was finished? (whoa)
when i bought that aston martin, y’all thought it was rented? (yeah)
flexin’ on these n-ggas, i’m like popeye on his spinach
double m, yeah that’s my team, rozay the captain, i’m lieutenant
i’m the type to count a million cash then grind like i’m broke
that lambo my new b-tch, she don’t ride like my ghost
i’m ridin’ around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
’cause these n-ggas want me dead and i gotta make it back home
’cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk
these n-ggas tryna take my life, they f-ck around, get k!lled
you f-ck around, you f-ck around, you f-ck around, get smoked
’cause these philly n-ggas i brought with me don’t f-ck around, no joke, no
all i know is murder, when it come to me
i got young n-ggas that’s rollin’, i got n-ggas throwin’ b’s
i done did the doa’s, i done did the kod’s
every time i’m in that b-tch, i get to throwin’ 30 g’s
but now i’m hangin’ out that drop head, i’m ridin’ down on collins (skrt)
they let my n-gga ern back home, that young n-gga be wildin’ (let’s go)
we young n-ggas, we mobbin’ (mobbin’), like batman and we’re robbin’ (whoa)
this two-door maybach with my seat all reclinin’
i’m like, “real n-gga, what up? real n-gga, what up?”
if you ain’t about that murder game, then p-ssy n-gga, shut up!
if you diss me in your raps i’ll get yo’ p-ssy–ss stuck up
when you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain’t good
catch me down in mia at that heat game on wood
with that puma life on my feet like that little engine i could
boy, i slide down on your block (block), bike on 12 o’clock (rah)
and they be throwin’ deuces on the same n-gga they watch (meek milly)
and i’m the king of my city ’cause i’m still callin’ them shots
and these lames talkin’ that bullsh-t the same n-ggas that flopped
i’m the same n-gga from berks street with them nappy braids, that lock
the same n-gga that came up and i had to wait for my spot
and these n-ggas hatin’ on me, hoes waitin’ on me
still on that hood sh-t, my rolls-royce on e
they gon’ remember me, i say remember me
so much money, have yo’ friends turn in yo’ enemies
and when there’s beef, i turn my enemies to memories
with them bricks they go for 40, ain’t no 10 a key
hold up, broke n-gga turned rich (rich), love the game like mitch
and if i leave, you think them pretty hoes gon’ still suck my d-ck?
it was somethin’ ’bout that rollie when it first touched my wrist
had me feelin’ like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
i’m gone
woo!

- meek mill

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