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jay waldo - trap dream lyrics

(verse 1)

(mcwaldo)
that hidden bag in the bush, scared someone will put it to use
maybe someone took our goods
ducking 5-0 from hood to hood, more bags in the woods
i got to get it, that client wants 15 and i can flip it
we were selling green, selling no more
money came fast, and karma came slow
but karma catched up, and got a hold
my friend got tackled and roped
now problems with mama, daddy dont know
popo tryna catch him since a long time ago
now they up in his nose, so i had to let that go
dealing made my stack grow
but i stopped, don’t wanna be locked
like my friend who got cuffed and pushed on the hard street when he tried to flee
we were both on a streak, more clients more weed
more bills, and greed
then he was cuffed my g
would he snitch on me, be a b-tch on me, he kept his mouth shut, godd-mn thank us, otherwise we would both be locked up
but now i learned that lesson
now i rather flip rhymes than bags, no question
hoping i will reach to the hiphop heaven
now quit the stressing be in my essence and get my blessings
d-mn

(hook)

(mcwaldo)
make the trap dream real
make the rap dream real, make the trap dream real
make the rap dream real, make the trap dream real
make the rap dream real, make the trap dream real
make the rap dream real, make the trap dream real
make the rap dream real, make the trap dream real

(verse 2)

(mcwaldo)
its itching
want my watch to glisten
want my stack to thicken
on the block for flipping
love the thrill, love to hustle, love the bills, love the struggle
i don’t know, thoughts keep on coming
but i project that and put it in these raps
please don’t follow my footsteps
learn a sk!ll and make that last
build that sk!ll and make some cash
but no chill and no rest
gotta be two steps ahead
i’m saying like its easy, but homie believe me
its hard to get up, my homies stuck in the mud
smoke pot don’t wanna stop
just saying what i see
take it, leave it, brake it, keep it
dreaming of the high grade game
would’ve got the fame
everyone would know my name
big money in the bank, food on the plate
kingpin in my place, sell from green to cocaine
then i was great
now a hustler finna hate
ski mask on, black hoodie
wanna put an end to it c-cks his nine and aims
d-mn

(hook)
make the trap dream real
make the rap dream real, make the trap dream real
make the rap dream real, make the trap dream real
make the rap dream real, make the trap dream real
make the rap dream real, make the trap dream real
make the rap dream real, make the trap dream real

- jay waldo lyrics

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