Artist: A-G-2-A-KE 
Album:  Mil-Ticket 
Song:   Sellin' Dreams 
Typed by: Lil Hustle 

[G-Mone] 
Woke up early, to my mama screaming get up 
Die young, I'm out here hustling to better us 
(boy you better get your ass up) I'm up, (go to school) man skip school 
She's a fool I use to think, I'll take that five and go get dank 
Right before I sneak a drank, I'll be out the do' 
And left mom's a nice fat bank roll, in the dresser drawer 
Shhh, let me count my do' 
One...two...fo', like she didn't know 
Was young and silly though, cause she knew what I use to do 
Through the hood I'd clown putting it down, stealing motherfuckers sound 
Smoking quarter pounds with my niggaz 
And bitches that can keep it wild when I'm around, what's up what 
What is this shit, I'm getting older now I know what thangs suppose to be 
The old B 28, and you done slid me 25 point 3 
(naw man, I was just trying to see what was on your ki) 
And see my cubes fool, don't belong to you they belong to me 
So miss me with that bullshit, and give me the full shit 
Hell I know my scale'll tell, the same story that your scale tell 
But I'm about my mail, you know G nigga 
Just because your train of thought, derailed figure you'd go 

[Hook - 2x] 
Selling dreams coming clean, diamond infested bezeltynes 
That gleam, everytime light beams you fiends for that Rolex I just seen 
Dreams, having a Lexus coach edition 
Like I got a team means, I don't need your help to help me dream 

[G-Mone] 
Not having it, boy be on your gravity 
Ask ma it's too much traffic, I despise moving 
We move a lot rocks on blocks, who woulda thought 
Your homies will be nationwide, with Rap-A-Lot 
How did it feel, wrapping your first knot 
Touching your first glock uncocked, and loving the ghetto games 
Remember we use to pop to the sky, but now it's a damn shame 
Need not explain, it's cocaine I'm sorry it's part of the blame 
To get cake I slang, so my family could make the change I had to make 
But don't take my word on it, the Hennessy get you hurt on it 
Think about it while you hop on the highway and swerve on it, I bet a bird on it 
Easily see, it's funny how shit be 
I got to pay to get it from you, but you wanna get the shit free from me 
I keep it low key, you hold these fo' mo' G's 
In the back if you crap when you roll these, I'll be fo' mo' G's 
On my P's, spending my money just tripled like gold D's 
Be like your eyes, shit got me woke up out this M-O-N-E-Y 

[Hook - 2x] 

[G-Mone] 
Naw, make sure you never get the best of us 
Trust, then what the fuck you got the best for luck 
What, maybe you wanna try to test these nuts 
Is you certain you wanna leave hurting, huh nigga what 
Then I woke up and puffing, shit was all good 
Plus didn't wanna wake up, was dreaming about the hood 
Ahh hood, heard birds make actions peak louder than words 
Hurry go serve me, how many's getting served 
Can't visualize it's blurred, look flinch can't you pinched a nerve 
Wake up homie your lights is on, and you parked on the curb 
You burn, you sitting here dreaming bout some gold D's and a 'Burb-on 
Hype in a box, jump you woke up and all that shit was gone 
Oh snap this time, I need to get my mind back 
I'm not gonna make a mill and relax, perhaps 
I'd rather stack, so my whole family's living fat 
Mayn, can you counter attack 
The hood game nigga, fucking with your mainframe 
Nigga it's the same game, been writing for a long time 
While other niggaz dreams like fiends, got swallowed with the wine 
Just smoked up rhymes, I treat it like a crime why 
Cause the nigga that's selling you dreams, is the nigga that's telling you lies 
Seasons change people change, and thangs get rearranged 
Even after sent me call me homie, if you got some drama mayn 
Mayn got some'ing want us to stay away, hey what happened to all the love 
Want everything that we worked so hard for, to get swept up under the rug 

[Hook - 2x] 

Uh-he-he-he-he-he-ha, he-he-he-ha