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loopy – street dreams lyrics

i remember adolescence
ain′t n0body represent me
but the people in the music industry

see i understand the dream

i can make it outta h+ll
but i can’t make it up to heaven
getting even with the devil
ain′t an easy thing to do

so you gotta make do with what you got
stop the dealing get to feeling
get a job and get up out the system
i’m the product and the dealer
on a mission for commission

i got money on my mind
selling rhymes like dimes
got a bag in the back
f+ck a 9 to 5 i got better things in mind
like how to realign my life

i ain’t ever been to prison
but my mind it feels like one
my spirits risen to the holy ones above,
we on f+ck the opposition
y′all the reason i ain′t have a lot pot to p+ss in
quit your b+tching reminiscing
ain’t gon get you anywhere

so you gotta wear your heart upon your sleeve
leave the game up to me
cuz we cut from different cloth
i ain′t ever going soft
satin h+ll and came back hotter than a sauna
f+cked your daughter in the shower
for bout half an hour

i get wet dreams when i go to sleep
people seem to think i’m a quiet minded man
without a plan i′m on the brink of a masterpiece
rest in peace to eazy+e
pimp c and nipsey there’s a slip
within my scheme

people dream of the cream
but can′t do with a team
here’s a piece of me to get you through the tears
and all the years you spent alone without a world to call your own
i switched the flow and you ain’t know
i′m coming for the throne
i swear to god i′m grown as f+ck

19 years young b+tch im still a young buck
i’m a king to the streets
let me teach a simple lesson
cuz this microphones a weapon
no not like a smith and wesson
it′s more like a method man

a philosophy for dummies
turned a p+wn to a king now i’m living out my dreams

i′m used to running from my fears
but now they kiss the ring

bringing nothing but the freshest lyrics to the table
hoping that my god will hear this
man i’m on a mission this the new edition

of the human condition i′m a clinician
like a doctor on vacation i ain’t with the patience

why you waiting i ain’t checking up on you
why you checking up on me
the only thing i need is green
i′m talking bout that cash flow
the sh+t that makes you ride slow
looking out for cops they on the block
i′m looking chopped

i bagged a brick
sniffed the sh+t the remnants
are on the floor in one accord
i can’t afford to lose out on the profit
so i stuffed it in my pocket aint n0body
finna knock it

now i′m looking out for 12
they on my back
found a route
switching lanes
safety belt finna keep me sane
strapped in for the chase again
can’t ever get away from them
i took the bag and threw it out the window
now i′m looking at my friend

he told me how it’s gonna end
“we finna spend a couple nights inside a cell
it′s gonna feel like h+ll”

treat it like a hotel
b+tch you better high tail
cuz we gotta make bail
can’t spend life inside a cell
so we gotta make it out
bust left at the sh+ll
d+mn my cup almost spilled
almost soiled all our plans
pushing 80 on the dash
living life h+lla fast
shouldn’t have ever passed the gas
getting rolled like a blunt

now they tryna take our funds
why the cops harassing us
we got pulled over now it′s over
undercover red rover send the swat
i′m getting hot sweating bullets
on the ground drop your weapon
hear that sound i’m popping off
grabbed the gat and let it let blast
my n+ggas shook he couldn′t look
took another squeeze now
my fingers getting hot
pulled the trigger
now i’m waking shots
what a dream
now i′m finding for that cream

- loopy lyrics

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