Big Sean - Dreams lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Sean] That into it, spitta so intricate If they ain't feeling him they get the boot like Timberland They still hating, I reboot 'em like computers And let them know that your boy on the ball no hooping But from downtown like a three-point shooter To uptown they feel a n***a deeper than ma**euses The truth is I does this, spitting like I was toothless Coming to you clearer than blueprints, I move in They sleeping on me man and I ain't sheets Bloods**ers so I'm calling 'em leech I gotta eat and I'm hungry like I skipped breakfast, where's the ketchup? I'm tryna cop the Benz or Lexus for winter time So I ain't gotta go head up to Enterprise Just to get my a** up in a ride But n***a's can't see me like they born with tinted eyes? To me you little so to see you I got squinted eyes And I'm just tryna show all of y'all I'm a soulful dude Compared to me you got about as much sole as shoes And soul is food, to prove this ask your chick She all on my dick cause I push it like a pool stick Who is this you're asking? He's cold as Alaskans, I'm on point like a**a**ins Y'all as common as Jasmines and Ashleys And if you ask me you're never gonna pa** me, sheesh, I'm good [Hook: Big Sean] Yeah, you really wanna talk about good I'm good You r-really wanna talk about good I'm good Just a n***a out the hood With dreams of being, dreams of being, dreams of being rich [Verse 2: Big Sean] At a instant, fresh out the trenches Putting competitive n***a's back on they benches I make that money my apprentice Cause it lift me up like benching Your baby girl wanna trap me like a prison but I can see through her like prisms After I'm hitting I'm dipping, banana split 'n gone And I'mma throw it to you harder than a quarterback Working with a dime I'm just tryna get a quarter back Whipping up that crack music, you should order that Every 16 is a quarter that you need to hit Well that's cool, I'm the number one pusher If a n***a want heat I'm the number one cooker If a n***a want beef I'm the number one butcher I-I-I wrap around that green like a Swisher My intention of ends getting is hella high And y'all ain't getting your groove back like Stella di' [Hook x2]