Dreaming lyrics

by

Rylo Rodriguez


[Intro]
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

[Refrain]
'Member being broke, talking four dollars
'Member standing in the tub for four hours
I ain't reminiscing, I'm just tryna get the feeling back
'Cause yesterday we just took cold showers
I wonder if heaven got visiting hours
For my demons in hell, wish I could bring 'em cold water
Some n*ggas in jail who was in the streets got rich off cutting dope
They went broke, started cutting hair, they turned to barbers

[Verse 1]
n*gga ratted on his own man, so he grewed up and played with him
He snitched, thought sh*t would go away, like a roommate, it stayed with him
What's the bro code? Talking 'bout hoes, if it ain't ya main b*tch, then it's all fair
Can't trust nun', hear a n*gga got murked, suspects was his pallbearers
Kill a n*gga, streets call you back
Go to jail, now they can't call you back
Where we from, a lot of these n*ggas 12, yeah, without the badge
They'll give you a hundred shots in 12, that's what I do with that
We'll die for red, white, and blue, I ain't talkin' 'bout troops, talking gang flags
Know ‘bout this thot ho from the hood, yeah, she got bad kids
Said she ain't selling pus*y no more since she got her hair did
Hoping that a rich n*gga come cuff her and buy a new Benz
I'm just tryna grab your hair while you suck it and buy you a new wig
Ex b*tch left me, I done blowed up
She ain’t picture me like this I should've posed for her
Watch them young n*ggas go from sticking stores up to leaving out they cell picking stores up
Bustdown on my wrist, I got 'em watching
They gon' lose count if they tryna count my pockets
He got caught with a lot of sh*t, why he ain't make it past the docket
Been f*cking on a vegan, that ho got me thinking broccoli
She got me thinking lettuce, but I still be getting cake
Pull up, I can't meet you 'cause I got too much at stake
And she be wanting to leave me but she got so much to rake
I put n*ggas on my back even though it's twenty times my weight
[Chorus]
Lately, I been ghetto dreaming
Ghetto dreaming, ghetto dreaming, yeah
I been thanking million dollar sponsors that go commercial
Go get me a mansion in the hood, can't go commercial

[Verse 2]
I love you like I love myself with me, can't no one hurt you
Ain't pick up a pencil in some years, ain't wrote no verses
Thinking 'bout the future, tell my dawg he need to invest some money
But we see n*ggas we don't like in the club and go to burning hundreds
Told the bottle girl don't bring no bottles, just some fire extinguishers
Paid a n*gga, told a booster to hold my size and hope that she remember (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
If we pull up in the Hellcat, hope the Lord forgive us
I know n*ggas who got elbowed just like Conor McGregor
Project baby, tired of working, he tryna pull a set up
Made three n*ggas robbed his job while he was on the schedule (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
All you n*ggas entitled to your own opinions
I can't stress about what they think 'bout me, period
She can't sit in my lap period, lil' ho, these Amiris
Can't be with them lil' boys, I don't even take 'em serious
Almost made my mama cry when I didn't graduate
But look ma, I get paid now to walk 'cross the stage
My dawg on his third strike, I pray he walk 'cross his base, yeah
Deals on the table but I ain't talkin' spades
[Refrain]
'Member being broke, talking four dollars
'Member standing in the tub for four hours
I ain't reminiscing, I'm just tryna get the feeling back
'Cause yesterday we just took cold showers
I wonder if heaven got visiting hours
For my demons in hell, wish I could bring 'em cold water
Some n*ggas in jail who was in the streets got rich off cutting dope
They went broke, started cutting hair, they turned to barbers

[Chorus]
Lately, I been ghetto dreaming
Ghetto dreaming, ghetto dreaming, yeah
I been thanking million dollar sponsors that go commercial
Go get me a mansion in the hood, can't go commercial (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
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