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que hitta - chasing a dream lyrics

[intro]
(t the cartel)
whole lotta groove gang sh+t
(ayy honcho turn this mo+)
ayy

[chorus]
chasin’ a dream, at the same time i was clutchin’ them things
slam on his ass, flee the scene
big homie too so i try my best not to mislead
my folks dependin’ on me
lil’ brother asked why they sleepin’ on me
got that heat when i sleep, i’m low down when i creep
why would i go for the b+tch?
she ain’t benefit me, ’cause you f+ck all them ho’s you ain’t p
h is for hoover, and c is for criminal
it don’t stand for crip when i throw up that c
g is for gang, we screamin’ “groove gang”
we gone bang on his ass if he disrespect g
bl!ck on his ass if he disrespect me
up that stick on his ass, “b+tch get down on yo’ knees”
these n+ggas cappin’ like they really street
i’ma take it to trial i ain’t coppin’ no plea
[verse 1]
i ain’t squashin’ no beef, yeah
i never changed on my gang, why they plottin’ on me?
say they was real but got rotten on me, drink in my cup with that forty on me
shoot up the club if you throw water on me, all that water on me, yeah
i might beat on that b+tch, no muhammad ali
snuck in the club with that llama on me
i’m a vet with that tool handymanned it, high as f+ck, where i’m landin’?
n+ggas be b+tches why that do all that dancin’?
hood n+gga, but i’m fancy, high as f+ck off the xannies
he better move right, so that boy better not panic
quick to burn a f+ck n+gga, on my mammy
shootin’ cr+ps at the trap it’s abandoned

[pre+chorus]
i k!lled my og, guess that make me an og, ayy
he talkin’ k!llas don’t know me, pop his ass ’cause he owed me, ayy
wipe that boy nose it’s not snot, it’s a nosebleed
my lil’ shootas they lowkey, them lil’ n+ggas they police
i just might take out my og

[chorus]
chasin’ a dream, at the same time i was clutchin’ them things
slam on his ass, flee the scene
big homie too so i try my best not to mislead
my folks dependin’ on me
lil’ brother asked why they sleepin’ on me
got that heat when i sleep, i’m low down when i creep
why would i go for the b+tch?
she ain’t benefit me, ’cause you f+ck all them ho’s you ain’t p
h is for hoover, and c is for criminal
it don’t stand for crip when i throw up that c
g is for gang, we screamin’ “groove gang”
we gone bang on his ass if he disrespect g
bl!ck on his ass if he disrespect me
up that stick on his ass, “b+tch get down on yo’ knees”
these n+ggas cappin’ like they really street
i’ma take it to trial i ain’t coppin’ no plea
[verse 2]
cash out, jumpin’
don’t know about you, i’ma get me some money
i’m the sh+t like i’m runnin’
my stomach be rumblin’ for money, got munchies
ain’t no smoking no mild we got onions fasho’
i’ma blast on a n+gga no sonic
ain’t no smoking no mild we got onions fasho’
i’ma blast on a n+gga no sonic

- que hitta lyrics

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