Smokin And Dreamin

I worked hard for everything so why not salute

They say a grime pays baby all I got is proof

And the Swedish broad better than my main bitch

Cigarillo roll you smell it when it aint lit

She don't cook well but she give me sweet brain

Make a rapper turn singer like t-pain

Got her stayin up late, wakin up baked

And to think this the life that I chose

Argue with attendants that shorted my flight clothes

And er'y girl I fuck feel like their boyfriend might know

Smoking on the Swedish it smells my weed come in barrels

Fuck with bitches who fiend for Gucci and need her chanel

Nigga im high of your life so my eyes low

Cant wait to see whats in the future but I drive slow

And wait for the picture, hate it now they say and I can miss like mister



All of the smoking all you got me thinkin

And all of this dreamin im supposed to, the life like, the weekend

Know where im goin, sound though, want to see me suceedin

That Ive been livin, smokin, smoking, dreamin, livin



I go to sleep with a picture of a porche on my wall

Nigga im tryin to come up on yall

Pop the trunk in front of my car in front of your broad,

she reconsider in her decision to fuck with yall

I think its because of the possibility of kickin it

courtside, ringside, front row of anything

Living my life simultaneously in a dream, shit going so good I swear

There are Planes stack change with their gang tail up

Wings spread over cities leave shadows everywhere

I care less about industry mingling

Niggas is wwf wrestlers, court jesters and crossdressers

I got them crosstrainers, nike ass beat

Niggas cant feel my shoes, im a nice mc

I had a dream that I caked up,

trying to roll a joint, will count a million when I wake up



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