Meek Mill ☆ Dreams And Nightmares – Meek Mill

Ain’t this what they’ve been waiting for?

You ready?

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this

So I had to grind like that to shine like this

In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit

In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists

See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true

It was time to marry the game and I said, “Yeah, I do”

If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view

Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, “Achoo”

Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze

I’m gettin’ cream, never let them hoes get in between

Of what we started, lil’ nigga but I’m lionhearted

They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed

I go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m an artist

No crawling, went straight to walkin’ with foreign cars in my garage

Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin’, suckin’, and swallowin’

Anything for a dollar, they tell me get ’em, I got ’em

I did it without an album

I did shit with Mariah

Lil’ nigga I’m on fire

Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I’m Flyer

When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased

Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace

Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot

Phantom so big, it can’t even fit in the parking spot

You ain’t talkin’ bout my niggas then what you talkin’ bout?

Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don’t talk a lot

I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word

Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga

Hold up wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished?

When I bought that Aston Martin y’all thought it was rented?

Flexin’ on these niggas, I’m like Popeye on his spinach

Double M, yeah that’s my team, Rozay the captain, I’m the lieutenant

I’m the type to count a million cash then grind like I’m broke

That Lambo, my new bitch, she’ll ride like my ghost

I’m ridin’ around my city with my hands strapped around my toast

Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home

Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk

These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed

You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked

Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don’t fuck around, no joke

All I know is murder, when it comes to me

I got young niggas that’s rollin’ I got niggas throwin’ b’s

I done did the DOAs, I done did the KODs

Every time I’m in that bitch I get to throwin’ 30 G’s

Now I’m hanging out that drop head, I’m riding down on Collins

They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin’

We young niggas and we mobbin’, like Batman and we’re robbin’ (Robin)

This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin’

I’m like real nigga what up, real nigga what up

If you ain’t about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up

If you diss me in yo’ raps, I’ll get your pussy ass stuck up

When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain’t good

Catch me down in MIA, at that heat game on wood

With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could

Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o’clock

And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga they watch

And I’m the king of my city cause I’m still calling them shots

And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flock

I’m the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock

The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot

And these niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me

Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E

They gon’ remember me, I say remember me

So much money have ya friends turn into enemies

And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories

With them bricks they go from 40 ain’t no 10 a key, hold up

Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch

And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon’ still suck my dick?

It was something ’bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist

Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick

I’m gone