J. Cole - Dollar & A Dream lyrics

For all my ville n***as man, All my Carolina n***as man, (lights off and sh**) All my real n***as, no matter where you come from A dolla and a dream, thats all a n***a got So if its about that c.r.e.a.m., then I'm all up in the spot. I was raised in the F-A- Why a n***a never gave me nothing? Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, f** him, that's life. And trust me I'm living, Look what a n***a made out, The sh** that I was given, Look what a n***a came out Momma sewing patches on my holes, Man, our hoes couldn't put this flame out. Straight up, I got my back against the brick wall, I'm from a world where n***as never pop no Cristal, it was pistols. You pa** through, you better pray them bullets missed y'all, I thank the Lord He let a n***a make it this far, A lot n***as don't, a lot of moms weep. I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me. You never know when a n***a might try to harm me. Rest In Peace that n***a John Lee, I pour liquor, homie. It's foul, but yo the world keeps spinning, Gotta keep winning, get up off this cheap linen, n***a Imma eat, even if it means sinning, n***as want beef, Imma sink my teeth in 'em. Pause, I go harder, I am all about a dollar. You n***as street smart? I'm a motherf**ing scholar. So trust me, I ain't stopping 'til my money is long, So much dough, them hoes will think I'm rocking money cologne. Have a model at the crib waiting, "Honey, I'm home." Cooking greens for a n***a, give 'em plenty, a dome. It's funny, we dream about money so much its like we almost got it, Until we reach up in our pockets, its time to face reality, The ville is a trap n***a now, And if you ain't focused you gonna be here for awhile, yeah. My n***a Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun, Type a n***a know about every car, but don't got one. That's hunger, no wonder n***as f**ing with the evils, Posted on the corner, selling crack like its legal. But who am I to judge how a n***a get his paper? This money coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up. I guess I gotta wake up these n***as myself, An E&J sipper, but my sh** is top shelf, Young J, the rawest sh** you n***as ever heard of. A journalist n***a, call me the Fayetteville Observer. You know the routine, man Fayettnam Real n***as can relate, And Ville n***as can relate, man. My n***as know about the struggle, man. What you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, n***a? I had the light blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh sh**. I was in like first grade man, I swear It was like the Sixes came out, the Jordan Sixes. Them sh** was so fly man, I wanted them so bad. Darryl what up man? My n***a Darryl had them sh**s on in cla** yo, I wanted that sh** soooo bad. I begged my mom for that sh**, you know. But she couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me, Got me some Reeboks black tops, ahaha But that was all good tho, cuz uh, The year after that I had, I had some, some no name sh**s, Some all black sh**s, haha Them sh**s had metal, metal shoelace buckles and sh**, you know? But you know back then n***as didn't, n***as ain't even know he was broke man, no worries and sh**. But uh, times have changed man, I got bills, My mom is in debt, what you know about that? College loans and sh**, n***a Gotta get this money, ma