Million $ Dreams - Joey Fatts, Vince Staples

Million dollar dreams, hundred dollar nightmares

Stomp him 'til he bleed, my nigga don’t fight fair

It’s OPB, I promise I was right there

With my heart on my sleeve and my gun in my hand

It’s jumpin' when the day end, your block gon' look like Space Jam

My momma wasn’t prayin' for no reason, scared her baby was deceased

Out here runnin' from police, it’s playin' grown up in these streets

But I’m a problem and no nigga breathin' stoppin' that, cock it back

Ridin' with my niggas 'til the tires flat

Ride where you ain’t welcome at

Born for this shit I think cause ain’t nobody takin' action

Gotta make it big or I’ll be here if I don’t make it happen

Plus my mama sick and medication cost her Cadillac

Likely that she’ll die before we straight and I ain’t havin' that

Niggas never had it all so don’t show it off, I’m grabbin' that

Sippin', I’m just here to get the green

Tryin' to make a hundred thousand off these million dollar dreams

Every dream chasin' figures, late night runnin' the streets

It’s just me and my niggas with these million dollar dreams

And these my niggas 'til the end, no matter how it seems

And I’m gon' ride for them cause I know they gon' ride for me

(Me and my niggas) with these million dollar dreams

(Me and my niggas) Gotta get it by any means

(Me and my niggas) with these million dollar dreams

(Me and my niggas) with these million dollar dreams

Ride for my niggas cause I know they’ll ride for me and I will

Die for my niggas cause I know they’ll die for me and I’m a

Ride for my niggas cause I know they’ll ride for me and I will

Die for my niggas, I’m a ride for my niggas

My brother just got four years for two gun charges

And still fuck a case I’m strapped regardless

Run up on me, I’m sparkin', out here sellin' drugs cause niggas is starvin'

Slangin' trees like Tarzan so hit my phone for the bargain

Told my momma I’m crippin', she said don’t call for a visit

If you’ll ass do a sentence go right in somebody’s prison

But I’m thuggin' with my niggas 'til my clock stop on seventh street

The poppy block, everybody know how the naughtys rock

We fight for what’s ours cause all we got is the streets

Cause the streets filled the pot when we ain’t have shit to eat

Out here grindin' 'round the clock, the rent due next week

I got two halves, a nigga need at least two eighty for these

I’m tryin' to turn these beats into a hundred thousand

Damned if I let my mama die up in that public housin', gotta get it

Cause forever all my niggas been without and do whatever for the cheddar

Catch me lackin', bitch I doubt it