Dreams and Nightmares (Explicit) - 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 sh*t

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 ni**a sneezed ni**a please before them triggers squeeze

I'm gettin' cream never let them hoes get in between

Of what we started lil' ni**a 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 b**ches menaging f**kin' suckin' and swallowin'

Anything for a dollar they tell me get 'em I got 'em

I did it without an album

I did sh*t with Mariah

Lil' ni**a I'm on fire

Icy as a hockey rink Philly ni**a 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 ni**a 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 f**k ni**a

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 b**ch 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 f**k around get killed

You f**k around you f**k around you f**k around get smoked

Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't f**k 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 b**ch I get to throwin' 30 G's

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

They let my ni**a Ern back home that young ni**a be wildin'

We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're robbin'

This 2-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'

I'm like real ni**a what up real ni**a what up

If you ain't about that murder game then p**sy ni**a shut up

If you diss me in yo' raps I'll get your p**sy a** 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 ni**a they watch

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

And these lames talking that b******t the same niggas that flock

I'm the same ni**a from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock

The same ni**a 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 sh*t 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 ni**a 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 d**e boy when he first touched that brick

I'm gone