Dreamville - Revenge Of The Dreamers Lyrics
[Verse 1]I'm in the zone this year, it's all fire, nigga check my attireYour worst fear is confirmed, your reign at the top expires this yearNo application, I'm higher this yearThis a dedication to that ***** who slashed my nigga tires, oh yeahI knew about you, ***** I knew about youCame up on a good nigga, he ain't have a clue about youTried to tell that nigga, don't trust that ***** as far as you can smell a niggaBut you live and you learnOn these road to riches niggas bound to miss a few turnsDon't let the bridges that you cross turn into bridges you burnYou're bound to miss a few turnsDon't let the bridges that you.. ***** it, you don't hear meLook, ayo I walk along this long harbor of life and sit on the piersReflect on my pain and shit on my fearsShould I feel an ounce of guilt that I outdid all my peers?Or write my name in the sky and show them niggas I'm here?This one is for the history books, picture me shook or failin'This is revenge of the dreamerMisery took a million of my niggas' hopes from 'em, don't even know some 'emNo more, the coke numbed 'em, no suicide notes from 'emThey killin' theyselves, slowly killin' theyselvesFive iPhones dropped, my nigga still in the cellHe said he found God, shit, I doubt it, to each his ownWhatever keeps you strong to get up out it, we need you homeCause see a war's goin' on outside, I 'bout criedWhen that boy that the cops shot died, my mouth wide open from shockSick and tired of hopin' it'll stopThis pen the only hope that I got, I open up shot, and break out[Hook]Got what you want, I got what you needMy heart on my sleeve, watch me bleed, I break out!Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the feinsAnd ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga***** what you think, cause if your shit don't stinkNigga my shit won't sink, cause it can't, I break out!I gotta break the ***** up outta hereDreamville is the team, my team ill and the feinsAnd ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga[Verse 2]War stories, got tour storiesPop four whores on the top floor storiesNiggas know, every verse is worth a brick of blowJust a seven figure nigga got the game in figure fourI know at times I'm hypocritical, you niggas dig it thoughI ***** until my dick be sore, leave *****es walkin' pigeon toe and break out!On to the next *****, homieYour new chick, that's my ex-*****, homie, in fact I'm still logged in her Netflix, homieJust make sure she cook you breakfast, homieHer bacon slimmin' but her eggs get runny, funnySo many bombs, you'd think Flex get money, from meCole world but my neck get sunnyNow I don't ***** around with hoes from reality showsOr blow up dolls, cause I don't like havin' sex with dummies, love meNo disrespect meant, honey, this just a compilation of my observationsWhile trapped in this God-forsaken nationShit, but since we makin' conversationI've been thinkin' me and you would make a bangin' combinationI know that you mad, I know what I saidBut my dick be arguin' with my head, all you with the bed, well if so let's break out![Hook]Got what you want, I got what you needMy heart on my sleeve, watch me bleed, I break out!Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the feinsAnd ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga***** what you think, cause if your shit don't stinkNigga my shit won't sink, cause it can't, I break out!I gotta break the ***** up outta hereDreamville is the team, my team ill and the feinsAnd ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga
