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Dream

Album: Hotboii Durasi: 2:16

(Trill, where the fuck you at?)

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 vent in that cell?" That composition notebook and that pen

Nigga locked down, he ain't got no friends

Nigga locked down, he ain't got no bitch

They tryna indict me, don't want me with bands

I cut my EM, come and catch me if you can

I told my mama 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

And they don't want me to win

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, was I snorin'? (Dream)

Rest up 23, don't mean Jordan

See how I was ventin' 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

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 vent in that cell?" That composition notebook and that pen

Nigga locked down, he ain't got no friends

Nigga locked down, he ain't got no bitch

They tryna indict me, don't want me with bands

I cut my EM, come and catch me if you can

I told my mama 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

And they don't want me to win

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

I 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 it to know