Dreamin Of The Past [Live Session]
(I was dreamin' of the past)
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh (and my heart was beatin' fast)
I got plenty (I got plenty)
It's so many, yeah
They say gimme (they say gimme)
He got plenty, yeah
Bruh, you niggas ain't flexin', you crampin'
My weight keepin' niggas on the bikes like Amblin
Weight loss, rent loss, scramblin' (I began to lose control)
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My niggas get money, get money, get money (I began to lose control)
Like Ye samplin'
Gun stutter, make the drumline like Grambling
MGM gamblin', blew a small mansion (I was dreamin' of the past)
Annoyed 'cause this bitch callin' Lanvin "Laen-ven"
Fuck who you stampin', them niggas just stand-ins (and my heart was beatin' fast)
Not me, they censor and block me
You hollerin', "Top five," I only see top me
Award shows the only way you bitches could rob me (I was dreamin' of the past)
It's levels, it's layers so pray for the players
Clip 'em, baby
If he flinch at the price of Bottega, uh (and my heart was beatin' fast)
I got plenty (I got plenty)
It's so many, yeah
They say gimme (they say gimme)
He got plenty, yeah
Bruh, you niggas ain't drip, you dryin'
Kevlar in his Balenciaga jacket linin'
You and your bitch income combinin' (I began to lose control)
I'm sendin' Lorraine Schwartz diamond minin'
Find 'em, I came up with Enzo drifters (I began to lose control)
So you gots to understand there's a difference
There's window stickers and window lickers (I was dreamin' of the past)
You know the type, always tryna get in your picture
I was tryna get the dope through in your sister (and my heart was beatin' fast)
We weren't baggin' up the work, wouldn't be no dishes
Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no kisses
Made a way for ourselves, we ain't need no wishes, ha (I was dreamin' of the past)
It's levels, it's layers so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh (and my heart was beatin' fast)
I got plenty (I got plenty)
It's so many, yeah
They say gimme (they say gimme)
He got plenty, yeah
Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time
Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, just a better design
Critics, "He's out of his mind" (I began to lose control)
Haters, "He's out of his prime"
Yet, always where the money's at like lottery signs
Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind (I began to lose control)
I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be time
No reward for the latter, so it gotta be mine (I was dreamin' of the past)
Huff and puff in the club, then I gotta be Shyne
It's levels, it's layers so pray for the players, uh (and my heart was beatin' fast)
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh
I got plenty (I got plenty)
It's so many, yeah
They say gimme (they say gimme)
He got plenty, yeah
(I began to lose control)