[Chorus] Just like Luther King, bitch, I had a dream I guess it came true, not to fuck up my jeans Did what I had to do, I'm fulfillin' my needs Locked up only place, I was goin' was sleep Hot how you feel in that cell? That composition notebook and that pen Nigga locked down, you ain't got no friends Nigga locked down, you ain't got no bitch They tried to indict me, don't want me with bands I cut my EM, come and catch me you can I told my momma I ain't goin' to jail no more and I did that shit again I feel them people don't want me to win I know where I been, I could never forget To remind me, I take a look at my jit, spread my wings They don't want me to win
[Verse] Hotboii seen them MAC's, everything he shot gon' get premiered All I want for niggas know not to play with me, I don't wanna be feared How you want smoke? Boy you ain't got no funds All you do is post guns, that shit weird Run with the K, lil' nigga, I could coach you, do it for the culture 'cause I'm that real I had a dream like Luther, no lick Dreamed I had ten hoes in my bed Dreamed I had caught a R.I.C.O Dreamed I got away from the feds (I dreamed I, I dreamed I) Long live the King of Illinois (Dream) You can't say the V without Roy (I dreamed I, I dreamed I) It feel like a dream without snorin' (Dream) Rest up 23, I don't mean Jordan See how I was fitting in it, just my pen and composition I didn't want to trust these women, followin' my intuition Bottled up my inner feelings until I explode We got water bed for wet dreams, I don't want to be woke
[Chorus] Just like Luther King, bitch, I had a dream I guess it came true, not to fuck up my jeans Did what I had to do, I'm fulfillin' my needs Locked up only place, I was goin' was sleep Hot how you feel in that cell? That composition notebook and that pen Nigga locked down, you ain't got no friends Nigga locked down, you ain't got no bitch They tried to indict me, don't want me with bands I cut my EM, come and catch me you can I told my momma I ain't goin' to jail no more and I did that shit again I feel them people don't want me to win I know where I been, I could never forget To remind me, I take a look at my jit, spread my wings They don't want me to win
[Outro] I be sippin', I don't get drunk no more I won't even be one to give a fuck no more I be drinkin' out of the bottle like my car was broke Got a crush on parmesan, I can't love no ho Can't love no more I don't got love for more Heart so cold I don't got love for folk You gotta know, gotta knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
