[Intro]
Josh Coleman
Yeah, yeah
Turn it up
[Chorus: Yungeen Ace]
All this shit start off as a dream (As a dream)
Them fast cars and fancy house
Getting money with the team (With the gang now)
Putting in work for all the trappers (For all the trappers)
Fill the streets with blicks, and ammunition for the clappers
Go back to the hood and all the corner store all for the children
For all the struggling mom, wanna split all my millions
I wanna give y'all bigger house
And knock down the apartment buildings
I ain't gone lie this been a dream way back when I was little
[Verse 1: Yungeen Ace]
It's been a hard time, people just don't understand
They end up sending him to jail, that shit'll break up the whole family
Next thing you know yo' mom and kids outside
And they don't got nowhere to go
Kids can't be kids no mo'
Stop playing sports and losing hope
Next thing they grab that blick and tryna find a way to survive
Selling dope or taking drugs to ease they mind
Looking at life different, they know this life do or die
He loses him and loses him he slide to keep from crying
Tryna keep the present the government for tryna take the food stamps
Police for judging black men, always killing them
Flood the street with my music, and hit them hard like Cocaine
The rappers just like trapper just the cousin of the dope game
Josh Coleman
Yeah, yeah
Turn it up
[Chorus: Yungeen Ace]
All this shit start off as a dream (As a dream)
Them fast cars and fancy house
Getting money with the team (With the gang now)
Putting in work for all the trappers (For all the trappers)
Fill the streets with blicks, and ammunition for the clappers
Go back to the hood and all the corner store all for the children
For all the struggling mom, wanna split all my millions
I wanna give y'all bigger house
And knock down the apartment buildings
I ain't gone lie this been a dream way back when I was little
[Verse 1: Yungeen Ace]
It's been a hard time, people just don't understand
They end up sending him to jail, that shit'll break up the whole family
Next thing you know yo' mom and kids outside
And they don't got nowhere to go
Kids can't be kids no mo'
Stop playing sports and losing hope
Next thing they grab that blick and tryna find a way to survive
Selling dope or taking drugs to ease they mind
Looking at life different, they know this life do or die
He loses him and loses him he slide to keep from crying
Tryna keep the present the government for tryna take the food stamps
Police for judging black men, always killing them
Flood the street with my music, and hit them hard like Cocaine
The rappers just like trapper just the cousin of the dope game
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