Karaoké Dreams and Nightmares Meek Mill

Ain't this what they've been waitin' for

You ready

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I used to pray for times like this to rhyme like this

So I had to grind like that to shine like this

And the matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit in the back of the paddy wagon

Cuffs locked on wrists

Seen my dreams unfold

Nightmares come true

It was time to marry the game and I said yeah I do

If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view

Got a shorty she tryna bless me like I said achoo

Like a nigga sneezed

Nigga please 'fore them triggers squeeze

I'm gettin' cream

Never let them hoes get in between

Of what we started

Lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted

They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed

I go and get it regardless

Draw it like I'm an artist

No crawlin'

Went straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garages

All foreign bitches ménagin'

Fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'

Anything for a dollar

They tell me get 'em, I got 'em

I did it without an album

I did shit with Mariah

Lil' nigga I'm on fire

Icy as a hockey rink

Philly nigga I'm flyer

When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased then I bought that new Ferrari

Hater rest in peace

Hater rest in peace

Rest in peace to the parkin' lot

Phantom so big can't even fit in the parkin' spot

You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas then what you talkin' 'bout

Gangstas move in silence nigga and I don't talk a lot

I don't say a word

I don't say a word

Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga

Hold up, wait a minute

Y'all thought I was finished

When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented

Flexin' on these niggas

I'm like Popeye on his spinach

Double M, yeah that's my team

Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant

I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke

That Lambo' my new bitch she don't ride like my Ghost

I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast 'cos these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home

'Cos my mama need that bill money my son need some milk

These niggas tryna take my life

They fuck around, get killed

You fuck around

You fuck around

You fuck around, get smoked

'Cos these Philly niggas

I brought with me don't fuck around

No joke no

All I know is murder when it come to me

I got young niggas that's rollin'

I got niggas throwin' B's

I done did the DOA's

I done did the KOD's

Every time I'm in that bitch

I get to throwin' thirty G's

But now I'm hangin' out that drop head

I'm ridin' down on Collins

They let my nigga Ern back home

That young nigga be wildin'

We young niggas, we mobbin like Batman and we're robbin'

This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'

I'm like Real nigga what up

Real nigga what up

If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up

If you diss me in your raps

I'll get your pussy-ass stuck up

When you touchdown in my hood no that tour life ain't good

Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood

With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could

Boy I slide down on your block

Bike on twelve o'clock

And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch

And I'm the king of my city 'cos I'm still callin' them shots

And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped

I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock

The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot

And these niggas hatin' on me

Hoes waitin' on me

Still on that hood shit

My Rolls Royce on E

They gon' remember me

I say remember me

So much money

Have your friends turn in your enemies

And when there's beef

I turn my enemies to memories

With them bricks they go for forty

Ain't no ten a key

Hold up

Broke nigga turned rich

Love the game like Mitch

And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick

It was somethin' 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist

Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick

I'm gone

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