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j. stalin - dreamin' lyrics

[verse 1]
city of death homicide on every corner
eight in the mornin’ i’m at the mall tryna buy some jordans
call me a h–rder tennis shoes everywhere
but when you sellin’ c-ke you don’t have a care
i’m talkin peruvian pure c-ke white as cher
got it in the trunk like a spare tire
money on his head that’s murder for hire
i seen a fiend sell his soul for a dime rock
then he came right back and sold his son’s xbox
i pray to the lord this sh-t gotta stop
everybody walkin’ around with tools on repo
speakin’ in code, tryna get the line on the kilos
they tappin’ phones and tryna give us to rico
i’m tryna get rich and give back to the people
ceo, no n-gg- you ain’t my equal
see before i can see the fake in you
cause you never act like a real n-gg- do
n-gg-s talkin’ to knocks throwin’ surprise parties
but we ready for the beef n-gg- arbie’s
livewire mc you see us on them harley’s
yeah, it was me (nord?) and bang bang
n-gg- tryna make a mil a day

[hook:]
lyin’ on my side, in my hand there’s a grenade
on the corner grindin’ since the tenth grade
cause i don’t like to dream about gettin’ paid
cause i don’t like to dream about gettin’ paid
40 on my side in my hand there’s a grenade
still sellin’ dope, since the tenth grade
cause i don’t like to dream about, gettin’ paid
cause i don’t like to dream about, gettin’ paid

[verse 2]
money on my mind, landlord at the door
tryna kick a n-gg- out cause i’m sellin’ dope
import export money in the transaction
bangers on me always k!llas in my f-ckin’ faction
you n-gg-s savin’ b-tches like action jackson
these hoes settin’ n-gg-s up and ask ’em what happened
he gotta have it my n-gg- and he just can’t kick it
therefore, his digits is limited
livin life wicked tryna touch a meal ticket
get it on the streets then send it to the n-gg-s in prison
cause i can see you fake n-gg-s through this tunnel vision
disloyal see a n-gg- shot and then his blood boil
in the kitchen my mama cookin’ it to the oil
get the birds cross state, to the georgetown (?)
now i’m in the porsche, it feel like 500 horses
now i’m in the porsche, it feel like 500 horses

[hook]

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