Vince Staples - Million $ Dreams lyrics
[Produced by Joey Fatts] [Verse 1: Vince Staples] Million dollar dreams, hundred dollar nightmares Stomp him 'til he bleed, my n***a 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 n***a breathin' stoppin' that, co*k it back Ridin' with my n***as 'til the tires flat Ride where you ain't welcome at Born for this sh** 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 n***as 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 [Hook: Joey Fatts (Vince Staples)] Every dream chasin' figures, late night runnin' the streets It's just me and my n***as with these million dollar dreams And these my n***as '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 n***as) with these million dollar dreams (Me and my n***as) Gotta get it by any means (Me and my n***as) with these million dollar dreams (Me and my n***as) with these million dollar dreams [Bridge: Joey Fatts] Ride for my n***as cause I know they'll ride for me and I will Die for my n***as cause I know they'll die for me and I'mma Ride for my n***as cause I know they'll ride for me and I will Die for my n***as, I'mma ride for my n***as [Verse 2: Joey Fatts] My brother just got four years for two gun charges And still f** a case I'm strapped regardless Run up on me, I'm sparkin', out here sellin' d** cause n***as 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 a** do a sentence go right in somebody's prison But I'm thuggin' with my n***as 'til my clock stop on seventh street The poppy block, everybody know how the naughtys rock We fight for whats ours cause all we got is the streets Cause the streets filled the pot when we ain't have sh** to eat Out here grindin' 'round the clock, the rent due next week I got two halves, a n***a 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 n***as been without and do whatever for the cheddar Catch me lackin', b**h I doubt it [Hook + Bridge: Joey Fatts (Vince Staples)]