Woken Dreams lyrics

[Intro]
Do you want smoke?
You want all the smoke
Bando on the 808s goin' crazy
Said dreams come true
Don't be mad, they gotta pay me too
These n*ggas hate me too
Ayy, I said dreams come true
Don't be mad, these n*ggas hate me too
Yeah, ayy, ayy

[Refrain]
I said dreams come true
Don't be mad, they gotta pay me too
These n*ggas hate me too
Yeah, I said dreams come true
Don't be mad, they try to break me too
Don't let 'em break you too
Ayy, I said dreams come true
Don't be mad, they gotta pay me too
These n*ggas hate me too
Ayy, I said dreams come true
Don't be mad, they try to break me too
Don't let 'em break you too

[Verse]
These n*ggas hatin' 'cause I always keep it real
I ain't ever had to lie or suck no di*k to get a deal
They really love my talent, I do this sh*t for real
If a n*gga play with me or mines, n*gga gettin' killed
That n*gga dyin' today
If I tell my n*ggas, "Go," them n*ggas slide today
And if I give 'em your direction, they gon' slide that way
Hit his spine that way
I go and grab that K and I'm gon' slide today
I got the drop on a opp so it's time to tint the windows
Let a n*ggas slide, got the tints presidential
If I wanna kill 'em on the gang, we gotta flip those
The whole gang gotta flip those
He ducked behind the car, we shoot over those
If he f*ckin' on that ho, we get over hoes
Ayy, and yes, believe that I love the bros
Gotta know that I love my bros
And I ain't never did nothin' flawed, never been a snake
I ain't never did nothin', b*tch, I never been a fake
I been fuller in a world of snakes, a world full of hate
And a world full of white faces tryna judge my race
n*ggas hatin', you want my spot? I'm posted on the block
I got a big ass Glock, a n*gga play, he gettin' popped
I'ma knock him out his sh*t, I'ma block him out this sh*t
And I'ma mark him out this b*tch, we finna chalk him in this b*tch
White chalk all around him
Fake love, it surround us
And them haters all around us
And them haters all around us
Ayy, bloods rockin' with me, but my crips, they on my side
Swear to God I love Peezy even though he slime
Shootin' for my n*gga if he ever up and die
And whoever did this sh*t, I swear to God the gang gon' ride
We gon' catch a n*gga slippin', catch a n*gga lackin'
Big forty by my side, they know a n*gga packin'
And yeah, I like to fight, a n*gga still jackin'
My Memphis n*ggas steppin', my Cali n*ggas reppin'
Ayy, six-O crippin', we make these n*ggas jealous
They really want my spot and some n*ggas really tellin'
They all on the paperwork, n*gga, where that paperwork?
Ion' wanna talk to you 'cause that's gon' send that paper first
A real Laker fan when them twenty-ten playoffs hurt
So much money in my hand I could build a paper church
He take the real too fast, like why can't you take fakers first?
Passed the gun to my mans, he need an extension
Partners killin' partners like street code don't exist
(Partners killin' partners like street code don't exist)