woodie smalls - neighbourhood dreams lyrics
[intro]
oh, happy holidays to all you b-tch -ss n-gg-s man
it’s ya boy woods
shout out regulator man
[verse 1; woodie]
is you ready for the soup of the day?
cause me and rap, go together like fries and a steak
see my mind in the stake way far from here
i’m ’bout to go off
i swear y’all n-gg-s ain’t prepared
i’m in my room swear this sh-t look like a bachelor party
you know ya boy breaded like paul mccartney
for the n-gg-s that’ve been doubting me
i’m over here like f-cking apology
you know i gotta tell my n-gg-s what’s up
to all them n-gg-s that supporting y’all should throw it up
bank account is looking like a stank account
can’t wait till i’ll be stacking chips
give me the finest ride and the baddest b-tch
i’m talking euros, plural
and shout out to d.c
and all them n-gg-s on the side that couldn’t see me
but i ain’t even going front ‘cuz i ain’t selling the bid
and i been ditching cl-ss just to f-ck this regular b-tch, sh-t
but i ain’t even gonna front on these n-gg-s
it’s way to yes, we gon’ stunt on these n-gg-s like
couting profit after profit
my n-gg-s soak in money
[hook 2x]
jiggy n-gg-s we go round and round for the money
the b-tches who love the sound
i ain’t stuntin’
you see them, they love me now
aye
we go round and round
[verse 2: k1d]
they tryna tell me i’m a new slave
chasing whips and some gold chains
jezus piece on my n-gg-s make ’em feel saint
ain’t no peace when you living in this big cage
and we can’t eat in the system so we maintain
so when you see us, never lay with our feet up
my stripes had to earn them like adidas
i’m derek jeter
the way i knock ’em out the park for the non believers
best believe i’m writing better [? than my college teachers
young dropout stressing bout what i’m finna be
[?] party roam in the city streets
24/7 jacking producers for they beats
trying to raise the level ‘cuz wasn’t enough fire in the streets
picture me stopping when they told me to stop
same way they’ll be expecting me to drop and then flop
then it’s back to the block
looking up at the top
same n-gg- doing college might be selling them rocks
‘cuz you making money honest never promised a lot
seeing n-gg-s in designers spilling bottles they pop
and you like
d-mn
i know i’m finna get on
with my motherf-cking bars i’ll put that on the quran
[hook 2x]
jiggy n-gg-s we go round and round for the money
the b-tches who love the sound
i ain’t stuntin’
you see them, they love me now
aye
we go round and round
[outro]
f-cked up, f-ck the second verse
imma put in reverse
and f-ck a sl-t n-gg-
you don’t really wanna see me n-gg-
pay attention to the kid because i dream, n-gg-
i was playing… alright let’s go
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