Lifestyles - Cardi, Eazy Get Rite, Freaky Marciano

I had a dream, I woke up full of sweat

And in that dream, i was standing on the devils steps

They gave my man 14 and he ain’t lose his breath

Knowing the fact he didn’t do it ain’t removing stress

The crew was blessed, popping bottles through the late nights

Thoughts of Mama Joyce will take away the stage fright

Regret that ungrateful time and delayed flights

And since I’m loyal, my decisions kept the gang tight

I gain stripes, I give em up to get my brothers back

Rest in peace, you know we love you and you love us back

Dreams of a Rolls Royce, there ain’t enough of that

To tell my family that i got ‘em made me love the trap

I never slack, I got these reasons why i’m always strapped

I ain’t a trouble maker throw em but i’ll throw em back

I got the visions of a soldier with a real impact

Waking up in a new Bugatti, now how real is that?

Motherfucker

I’m having dreams of that Rolls Royce

When I wake up in a new Bugatti, tell my family I got em

Yeah and I’m stuck in these closed walls, no ways out

Politics is polished to keep me at the bottom

I’ve been suffering from dreams of that Rolls Royce

When I wake up in a new Bugatti, tell my family I got em

Yeah and I’m stuck in these closed walls, no ways out

Politics is polished to keep me at the bottom

Okay back to this fly shit

I’m that nigga they getting high with

They hating on Polo niggas could die

Quit you sidekicks, G-O-M-D I bet you know though

Express already expressed that so here we go, oh

Before that it was fall back and get clapped

I ain’t talking no audience, I’m talking more

You fuck around, get held by 6

Get the pic?

Photo shoot shit

Touchdown hoes claiming they bad

Some neighborhood bust down

Been around snow points

From the club to my man joint

Clown niggas wrestle these bitches

I swear their so doink, You fuckers

I’m mister quicker picker upper

Put a bounty on your bitch

Because I’m quick to pick her up-ah

On this plane, let Mary fuck her brain

It’s a shame, how every nigga with they own swag, still the same

You lames, pick a lane and drive straight

If you hungry, my nigga, get a snickers and why wait?

It’s easy

I’m having dreams of that Rolls Royce

When I wake up in a new Bugatti, tell my family I got em

Yeah and I’m stuck in these closed walls, no ways out

Politics is polished to keep me at the bottom

I’ve been suffering from dreams of that Rolls Royce

When I wake up in a new Bugatti, tell my family I got em

Yeah and I’m stuck in these closed walls, no ways out

Politics is polished to keep me at the bottom