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Artist: J. Stalin
Album:  Dreamin (S)
Song:   Dreamin
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

City of death, homicide on every corner
Eight in the mornin' I'm at the mall tryna buy some Jordan's
Call me a hoarder, tennis shoes everywhere
But when you sellin' coke, you don't have a care

I'm talkin Peruvian, pure coke white as Cher
Got it in the trunk like a spare tire
Money on his head that's murder for hire
I seen a fiend sell his soul for a dime rock
Then he came right back and sold his son's X-Box
I pray to the Lord, this shit gotta stop

Everybody walk around with 2's on repo[?]
Speakin in codes, tryna get the line on the kilos
They tappin phones and tryna give us to Rico
I'm tryna get rich and give back to the people

CEO no nigga you ain't my equal
See before, I can see the fake in you
Cuz you never act like a real nigga do
Niggas talkin and knocks throwin surprise parties

But we ready for the beef, nigga Arbie's
Livewire MC, you see us on them Harley's

Yeah, it was me nord and bang bang[?]
Nigga, tryna make a mil a day

[Chorus]
Lyin on my side, in my hand there's a grenade
On the corner grindin since the tenth grade
Cuz I only like to dream about, gettin paid
Cuz I only like to dream about, gettin pain
40 on my side in my hand there's a grenade
Still sellin dope, since the tenth grade
Cuz I only like to dream about, gettin paid
Cuz I only like to dream about, gettin paid

Money on my mind, landlord at the door
Tryna kick a nigga out cuz I'm sellin dope
Import export, money in the transaction
Bangers on me always, killas in my fuckin faction

You niggas savin bitches like Ansel[?] Jackson
These hoes settin niggas up and ask 'em what happened
He gotta have it my nigga and he just can't kick it
Therefore, his digits is limited

[Chorus]

Livin life wicked, tryna touch a mil ticket
Get it on the streets then send it to the niggas in prison
Cuz I can see you fake niggas through this tunnel vision
Disloyal see a nigga shot and then his blood boil
In the kitchen my mama cookin it to the oil
Get the birds cross state, to the Georgetown hoils[?]

Now I'm in the Porsche, it feel like 500 horses
Now I'm in the Porsche, it feel like 500 horses

[Chorus]