PERMANENT DREAM* lyrics

[Intro]
(Like, like)
(C’mere, c’mere)
(Bro got the V then I'm slidin’ with him)
Stackz run this motherf*cker up

[Verse 1: Sdot Go & Kyle Richh]
Bro got the V then I'm slidin’ with him
Try to line me, you dying with him
Broke her heart, she keep crying to him
sh*t too short, I'm not signing to him
Finger be on my gun
sh*t not a joke, I'm not smiling with him
He try to front, like, I'm not on timing with him
Couple Gs in the van, brodie ‘ootin like he Donovan
Like, big Gs, got a lot of them
Don't know who shot him, he's anonymous
Like, yo, Dot, pick up the pace, get up close up in his personal space
Scratched off the serial, no trace
Like, he died from a shot to the—
Died from a shot to the face
40 bent at 11, let off seven on 147th
b*tch, he tried to run, I won’t let him
Did bad on that mission, spint on a moped, we flicked it on 7th
Ayo, bro, I think that's Kevin, I'm ‘bout to geek on that scene
Totin’ my .40, it show through the jeans
Bullets start swinging, make a n*gga lean
Why n*ggas ran?
Word to my dead when I slide to they block, I make everyone flee
Boy did bad, he got stuck in a permanent dream
Dotty died for some bullsh*t, shot his self in his head with his G
Shot his self with the gleesh, Dotty dead, he got put in my weed
Mel, what was you thinking?
n*gga lucky he did it, it would’ve been me
[Verse 2: Sdot Go]
Oh, I see he outside with his friend, bet
When he outside with his b*tch, he better move from this block
Got a problem with clicking my G soon as I get an itch
D-Don’t wanna beef with him, she said he pus*y
Backdoor gang, he was dead off a sip
Too tact, this b*tch cannot line me, b*tch, I'd be dammed if I go for a b*tch
Like, two deep, me and Richh
Blitzed through the whole other side of this strip
Don't try to line me, like b*tch, I don't like that
Like, Nazzy controllin’ the whip
Th-thirty clip tryna fit in my G-Lock
b*tch, I got a beam on a flash
Speed up the drill, I hope brodie don't crash this sh*t
We don't make it, I'm gonna be mad

[Bridge: Kyle Richh & Jay Hound]
.48 ‘em, get up close
Said he sorry, I'm not tryna hear that
Tried to get low on the bros, but we got him, thanks to the AirTag
Spinning in tints, told Tucker to flare that
Yo, Sheik, this is an airbag
Mix it with Mel, sprinkle the Wasca
Edot gettin’ hotter and hotter
I'm on they property, tryna see who got animosity
Adrenaline rushin’, ain't nobody stopping me (Like, TTGz do—)
[Verse 3: Jay Hound]
Blitz through the block, it was dry on they strip
Yo bro, keep all your eyes on that whip
I bought with a knock with a whole lotta kick
I saw the cops, with two beams on the-
Like, we start spinnin’, I know where he live
Sat in the V right in front of his, sat in the V right in front of his crib
Nazzy on court like he play for the Knicks
We uptown, we on ‘25th, they would've thought we was looking for drip
Bro saw a opp, throw at his head, please don't let him get low, I ain't tryna hear sh*t