[Wers 1] Ay, I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems Niggas hating but I love them even though they trying to scheme But I'm past that, a nigga's stock is rising like the Nasdaq They say I’m the future but yet I’m giving niggas flashbacks Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played I represent the struggle nigga, I say what they never say Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting This that pulpit, I’m hitting niggas with the gospel Hostile with them hoes, I got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe On that hard white, I’ll tell you what them scars like I’m speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail Tired of sifting through my mail I feel like Cartwright, bills For real, a nigga ill Just let me do the talking man I know how niggas feel
[Refren] I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems
[Wers 2] I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems Every lady ain't no ho and every bitch ain't no queen Every nigga ain't no dog and every nigga ain't no king Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump They shooting niggas 'fore they even tell 'em put their hands up! Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive Probably thinking that I’m slanging man I see it in their eyes But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems See, I seen how she glance and look away like she want it I ain't saying I'mma fuck her, but I could if I wanted Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse I bet if I was to hit, man I wouldn’t be the first This is church, this is gospel Spit it like I get it from the Bible for your survival
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[Wers 3] Check it Ay Sallie, I know I ain't been answering your calls But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard Been running around trying find a job I hear my phone ringing in the morning, 9 o’clock And it's you, can't even front I press ignore I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer You telling me about all the things you did for me When I was broke, you sent me dough and that was big for me See you was there every year when I needed you And you were so quick to give I had to be with you Remember when I used to call you on your phone line I knew it was official when my momma cosigned But in no time a nigga graduated I hit the real world, baby girl I'm sad to say it But I was using you, you gave a nigga major stacks And I know in my heart one day that I'm gonna pay you back” I got a dollar and a dreamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
