a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

saint rose - million dollar dream lyrics

[intro]
weed done got me higher, get me higher
shout out my supplier, look

[verse 1]
mama thinkin’ that i’m batsh+t crazy
put the studio in bas+m+nt ’cause i know the rap feigns waiting
see the world then i take it, i just need it all
from the weed to the cars to the clothes, young n+ggas need resolve
they’ll k!ll for a dollar and dream, what you mean you can see
this the living that they want, this the living they was gave
from the womb to the streets to the grave, young n+ggas been the slave
he the man where he from, got no plan but the gun
and he still don’t know sh+t about the game
see my people and they starving
talking food, talkin’ money, talkin’ knowledge
i see n+ggas in the coffin
put his life on the line for the game, he ain’t know it was all a verbatim

[hook]
i just need some weed
swear to god, i’ve been smoking too long
i just need some tree
i can see, i’ve been shooting for stars
yeah, they ain’t like me
they ain’t like me, nope
this a million dollar dream
this a million dollar team
swear to god this a billion dollar me
i just need some weed
swear to god, i’ve been smoking too long
i just need some tree
i can see, i’ve been shooting for stars
yeah, they ain’t like me
they ain’t like me, nope
this a million dollar dream
this a million dollar team
swear to god this a billion dollar me
[verse 2]
if a n+gga broke then you better get a grip
i ain’t ever worried ’bout a diss
really just a young n+gga tryna get rich
how to make a dollar flip, take a risk, what it is
always gonna be a n+gga tryna set trip on the kid
that’ll be a quick six underneath
used to be a deadbeat in disbelief
nah, this is no façade, n+gga, this is what i preach
i’m the type to step out with my brothers wearing gold
this the life we chose, spark a blunt, where the hoes
tat a n+gga named rose if she be a redbone on the low
where it shows for your mans back home
what the f+ck they know about me from the west coast
l.a. in the flesh if he really want smoke
‘posed to be my brody but you switched up on the code
been snakes in the grass so i keep it cut low, nothing more

- saint rose lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS