TMB Lil Rob - Story Of Dreams

Early morning then my phone ring
They said my homie dead
We got to slide
We got to break bread
We got to flip cards
Who got chips?
Who trying to place bets?
All these niggas want to be spades haven't seen a ace yet
Cold movements, same scriptions new improvements
Same yo
Slept in the same room I made my music
My niggas trappers
Pop a perc and then we cursing
I lost friends my friends dead it was a uzi
My homie selling soft to the fiends he selling dreams
My old chick told me that she thought I was what she need
Now she getting married I'm happy it wasn't me
Cause I'm glad I met my wife
I was only seventeen
I came from rags to riches
Mama passing pictures
Saying her son getting older, hope I'm never acting different
Putting Wanda in the cup
I was looking for a vision
Many people dying young in this world that we live in
Baby just don't get upset
We can't be living with regrets
Pray she not late on her cycle cause we late on the rent
I had pills in my pocket had to hide them in her dress
All the birds in the trap I kill 'em if they raid the nest
Pill popper
Took off the mask she see a monster
Straight mobster
Under my bed I hid my dollars
Grave robber
Life a bitch but I love her
Drug mover
We packed the work into a Honda
Life is crazy
Homie got a house and it's gated
I couldn't see him
They sent him there when he got raided
We jumping fences
Home runs
Just touching bases
I'm sorry mama
If they catch me pray I make it
Gun on the dresser
She just left me cause I let her
All these words on these songs
I could've wrote your ass a letter
I told you I'mma change
I'mma change for the better
Then I put on that mask and took change from the wealther
I'm sorry for helping ya
Guns clips extra stuff
I just never seen enough
Guess I didn't dream enough
Money on the floor she just thought it was a fling
I was looking for my heart then she moved to better thing
That just turned me to a demon I just wish you didn't leave
Now this drake up on my lap baby we was seeing green
Had the birds in the trap, I had to watch them grow some wings
Had to watch them fly away and land right to a fiend

Written by:
Robert Miner

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