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dolla and a dream - j. cole lyrics

[intro]
for all my ville n-ggas man
all my carolina n-ggas man, (lights off and sh-t)
all my real n-ggas, no matter where you come from

[verse]
a dolla and a dream, thats all a n-gga got
so if its about that cream, then i’m all up in the spot
i was raised in the f-a-y (why), a n-gga never gave me nothing?
pops left me, i ain’t never cry, baby, f-ck him, that’s life
and trust me i’m living, look what a n-gga made out
the sh-t that i was given, look what a n-gga came out
momma sewing patches on my holes
man, our hoes couldn’t put this flame out
straight up, i got my back against the brick wall
i’m from a world where n-ggas never pop no cristal, it was pistols
you p-ss through, you better pray them bullets missed y’all
i thank the lord, he let a n-gga make it this far
a lot n-ggas don’t, a lot of moms weep
i gotta carry on, all the weight is on me
you never know when a n-gga might try to harm me
rest in peace that n-gga john lee, i pour liquor, homie
it’s foul, but yo the world keeps spinning
gotta keep winning, get up off this cheap linen
n-gga i’mma eat, even if it means sinning
n-ggas want beef, i’mma sink my t–th in ’em
pause, i go harder, i am all about a dollar
you n-ggas street smart? i’m a motherf-cking scholar
so trust me, i ain’t stopping ’til my money is long
so much dough, them hoes will think i’m rocking money cologne
have a model at the crib waiting, “honey, i’m home.”
cooking greens for a n-gga, give ’em plenty, a dome
it’s funny, we dream about money so much its like we almost got it
until we reach up in our pockets, its time to face reality
the ville is a trap n-gga now
and if you ain’t focused you gonna be here for awhile, yeah
my n-gga mike rolling with me, riding shotgun
type a n-gga know about every car, but don’t got one
that’s hunger, no wonder n-ggas f-cking with the evils
posted on the corner, selling crack like its legal
but who am i to judge how a n-gga get his paper?
this money coming soon, dog, i’m tryna get my cake up
i guess i gotta wake up these n-ggas myself
an e&j sipper, but my sh-t is top shelf
young j, the rawest sh-t you n-ggas ever heard of
a journalist n-gga, call me the fayetteville observer

you know the routine, man
fayettnam
real n-ggas can relate
and ville n-ggas can relate, man
my n-ggas know about the struggle, man
what you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, n-gga?
i had the light blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh sh-t
i was in like first grade man, i swear
it was like the sixes came out, the jordan sixes
them sh-t was so fly man, i wanted them so bad
darryl what up man?
my n-gga darryl had them sh-ts on in cl-ss yo
i wanted that sh-t so bad
i begged my mom for that sh-t, you know
but she couldn’t afford it, yo, she gave me
got me some reeboks black tops, ahaha
but that was all good tho, cuz uh
the year after that i had, i had some, some no name sh-ts
some all black sh-ts, haha
them sh-ts had metal, metal shoelace buckles and sh-t, you know?
but you know back then n-ggas didn’t
n-ggas ain’t even know he was broke man, no worries and sh-t
but uh, times have changed man, i got bills
my mom is in debt, what you know about that?
college loans and sh-t, n-gga
gotta get this money, ma

- j cole lyrics

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