Selling Dreams
(Kieran Nash Beats)
(R14)
In the trenches, if you slip, you know what that means
That's why my cutters by my side and it never leaves
She gotta give me face first like a pedigree
I'd rather sell B and white than be selling dreams
In the trenches, if you slip, you know what that means
That's why my cutters by my side and it never leaves
She gotta give me face first like a pedigree
I'd rather sell B and white than be selling dreams
My old school friends shocked now
Told them that I gotta pick
Catch a pussy slipping, that's just suttin that I gotta dip
Don't listen to my paigons please, them man there chat a lot of shit
They say they don't fuck with 12, does the opposite
I don't mind the politics as long as I got peace for waps
Niggas talking wicked, but see, they ain't got no P's for that
Nigga talked to bitches about niggas, that's the she in man
And still ain't even hitting, they just bitching for no reason, akh
If you're talking scores, don't trick boy, we're in the lead
Heard my name a couple times, now she's into me
Clocked I'm coming up, now she tryna intervene
Baby girl, you had your chance
Go fucking them niggas that got beef with me
Trouble's 'round the corner, so they forgot, grip so easily
Never had to say a word, that's why I could easy deep
Run up with half a box, that's what I can easy P
Switching lanes in sport mode, I think that's just MB in me
Trending, but I'm still in the trenches
When niggas hate to see you win, that shit unpretended
I know one thing, for sure, the funeral's pending
I got young boys tryna get a name and attention
In the trench, it's all love when you're broke as fuck
Every day's a jail call, I play my unreleased songs
And ask them how they holding up
Gang sign, my nigga, I still throw it up
They're saying it was me on the ped with a pole one up
In the trench, it's all love when you're broke as fuck
Every day's a jail call, I play my unreleased songs
And ask them how they holding up
Gang sign, my nigga, I still throw it up
They're saying it was me on the ped with a pole one up
In the trenches, if you slip, you know what that means
That's why my cutters by my side and it never leaves
She gotta give me face first like a pedigree
I'd rather sell B and white than be selling dreams
(R14)