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rj payne - my dreams lyrics

[verse]
uh, check
see i went from pennies into a cash addict
this n-gg- benny changin’ my tax bracket
lord forgive me for what i did with that crack package
12-12 skinnies, the semi under my craftmatic
yeah, i grew up a f-ckin’ screw up
that 30 somethin’ year old rapper finally blew up, huh?!
benny found me and sign me to build the crew up
griselda sellin out every building, we filled a few up
i’m simply workin’, pimpin’ for certain, sippin’ my bourbon
light up the blunt, close up the bentley curtains
it’s leatherface in the f-ckin’ flesh, they gon’ send the surgeon
the way i carve up my enemies, sh-t’s a bit disturbin’
this is summon, pastor and preacher
p-ss me the reefer, immaculate teacher
two twin hammers, clap you with either
i’m from a different world when sinbad was mackin’ jalessa
my pen the best, picture imhotep rappin’ in egypt, it’s payne!!!
if you ain’t on my f-ckin’ side, don’t be judgin’ me
’cause i been heartless since my mother died right in front of me
yeah, then years later, my brother died suddenly
cut and dry, i f-ckin’ cried, it’s overcomin’ me
i need a minute, real n-gg-s don’t need a gimmick
in my lane, it ain’t a speedin’ limit
i got the bag and bought my freedom with it
i knocked it out the park
you don’t know if it was me or derek jeter hit it
the industry callin’, i know they heard me wildin’
they all see what i did on that erick sermon alb-m
one thing ’bout a murderer, you observe him smilin’
laughin’ to the bank, n-gg-, every word has been worth a thousand
the heart of the streets, my market unique
these vinyl deals made it where both my artists can eat
for starters, we don’t want no part of ya beef
not to brag, but i’m too busy poppin’ tags, disregardin’ receipts
i’m sayin’, this one of the vividest pictures painted
rj payne, my n-gg-, let’s get acquainted
i’m here to get as rich, you dig it, forget the famous
i’m talkin’ seven digits, this sh-t is a different language
geah, see all the hatred ain’t strong enough
always knew i could make it, sh-t, i’m just warmin’ up
pure cocaine, raw lines, snort ’em up
be careful how you speak on the god when you talk him up
it’s payne!!!

[outro]
square root of a kilo sh-t
bsf gang, n-gg-, black soprano family
eimg in the motherf-ckin’ building
pa dre, you got another one, n-gg-
let’s work

- rj payne lyrics

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