Hope Your Dreams Come True Busta Rhymes

[Intro]
Look

[Verse 1]
With all this imaginary shit these niggas is sayin' (I'm the greatest, bitch)
And I'd rather show ya better than I can tell ya
Watch how I'm comin' back and then I kill 'em
And fuck 'em up while ya successful at failure
Most of you niggas got a drip that's fucked up
You should kill your stylist and hire a tailor (Ah)
No, we can't relate the funny shit you displayin' (What you doin'?)
Fuck you want me to go do?
Can't even relate to shit you be sayin' (What you sayin'?)
Like you got shit in your mouth
Fuck is you talkin' about, niggas thinkin' we playin'? (We ain't playin', nigga)
Lights in the VIP with your broad
From the bread that we slide and for bottles we sprayin' (Ah)
And I'm makin' 'em do shit they don't gotta do
Hit 'em in the way they ain't got a clue
Gimme money, make her pay out the blue
Mami actin' like she can't believe that it's true (Bitch, I'm a miracle)
How I layed 'em and come up way outta shoe (Come up out 'em)
Banish niggas then I get up and vanish with the shawty, pull up the coupe (Pull up)
Massive every time I pull up, leave ashes, disappear again for a few
While I'm leavin' them they sit down and try to figure out the shit that I do
I'll be just leavin' niggas where they be until it be time to get ghost on 'em (Boo)