P carter - Hood dreams (feat. s low & big simba)

See I was born on my ones
And due to die on my own
There ain't no one I trust
OTF or the bro's
It's only now that I've changed
See they've been calling my phone
I'm tryna' play with a Range
Until I'm whipping a Rolls
I've got Hood Dreams
There ain't a key to my heart
I've been real from the start
Yeah she know I go hard
Bad on my own
I never needed your help
Every time I saw a win
You was praying I failed
Fake love
Hella fake love
Seen hella man change up
Grinding on my own
Don't be calling up my phone
Told me she would rather leave
Told her go and be alone
I said I do it for myself
Charge it all to the game
I let them think I'm a joke
I know more than I say
Everybody want the crown
Until they fumble the weight
They only want it for fame
I'm too real for the fake
Where I come from
Is the estates and convicts
He takes it
He's on shit
I pray that i'm not this
Stay away
Cos' the first time you run free
The next time you're close G
But third time you do 3
Rolling stones
She just wanna roll my boat
I just get the cash and go
I'm not in it for no hoe
Kill it slow
I'm not into no remorse
I just act up on my thoughts
Now i'm gonna get the sauce
Sippin' the lean
Yeah she a freak
Grab the, stick and I beat
Under the sheets
Now she catching the vibes
I'm getting high
Slow down, baby you're fine
Baby you're mine
Pour it, pour it up
Pour the cup inna' the lean
I be calling her 'delete'
Now it's time for her to leave
She look at me she wrong
She looking like clown
I just wanna get the pound
Now she wanna drip or drown
Where i'm from
It's a go get it
Success, more life, and more blessings
Still a student
But now I like the lesson
Gotta keep steppin', up
Until I reach the point of no repelling
Get it?
I meant it when I said it
No edits, I keep it raw when I let it
Burn
In the booth from my presence
No santa
But I be dishing out a present
I know they're pressed
Haters mad cos' we're coming up
No love, only bands I be running up
How could I ever be a GOAT when I'm surrounded by snakes
How could I ever see real in a world full of fake
I know they're pressed
Haters mad cos' we're coming up
No love, only bands I be running up
How could I ever be a GOAT when I'm surrounded by snakes
How could I ever see real in a world full of fake
See I was born on my ones
And due to die on my own
There ain't no one I trust
OTF or the bro's
It's only now that I've changed See they've been calling my phone
I'm tryna' play with a Range
Until I'm whipping a Rolls
I've got Hood Dreams
There ain't a key to my heart
I've been real from the start
Yeah she know I go hard
Bad on my own
I never needed your help
Every time I saw a win
You was praying I failed
Cos I got Hood Dreams

Writers: Barbod Asefjah , Kyle Price , Siamak Masoomi

Lyrics © DistroKid

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