Woken Dreams - Lil Loaded

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 niggas hate me too

Ay, I said «Dreams come true»

Don’t be mad, these niggas hate me too

Yeah, ay, ay

I said «Dreams come true»

Don’t be mad, they gotta pay me too

These niggas 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

Ay, I said «Dreams come true»

Don’t be mad, they gotta pay me too

These niggas hate me too

Ay, I said «My dreams come true»

Don’t be mad, they try to break me too

Don’t let 'em break you too

These niggas hate me 'cause I always keep it real

I ain’t never had to lie, I sucked no dick to get a bill

They really love my talent, I do this shit for real

If a nigga play with me or, nigga gettin' killed

That nigga dyin' today

If I tell my niggas «Go,"them niggas 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 the opp so it’s time to tint the windows

Let 'em niggas 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 fuckin' on that ho, we get all the hoes

Ay, you best 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', bitch, I never been a fake

I been fuller in a world of snakes, a world full of hate

And a world full of whiteface, tryna judge my race

Niggas hatin', you want my spot?

I’m posted on the block

I got a big ass Glock, a nigga play, he gettin' popped

I’ma knock him out his shit, I’ma block him out this shit

And I’ma mark him out this bitch, we finna chalk him in this bitch

White chalk all around him

Fake love, it surround us

And them haters all around us

And them haters all around us

Ay, bloods rockin' wit' me, but my crips, they on my side

Swear to God I love even though he

Shootin' for my nigga if he ever up and die

And whoever did this shit, I swear to God, the gang gon' ride

We gon' catch a nigga slippin', catch a nigga lackin'

Big 40 by my side, they know a nigga packin'

And yeah I like to fight, a nigga still jackin'

My Memphis niggas steppin', my Cali niggas reppin'

Ay, 6−0 crippin', we make these niggas jealous

They really want my spot, and some niggas really tellin'

They all on the paperwork, nigga, where that paperwork?

I’on wanna talk to you 'cause that’s gon' send that paper first

A real Laker fan when them 2010 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,

Partners killin' partners like street code don’t exist

(Partners killin' partners like street code don’t exist)