Woodie Smalls - Neighbourhood Dreams lyrics

[Intro] Oh, happy holidays to all you b**h a** n***as man It's ya boy Woods Shout out regulator man [Verse 1; Woodie] Is you ready for the soup of the day? Cause me and rap, go together like fries and a steak See my mind in the stake way far from here I'm 'bout to go off I swear y'all n***as ain't prepared I'm in my room swear this sh** look like a bachelor party You know ya boy breaded like Paul McCartney For the n***as that've been doubting me I'm over here like f**ing apology You know I gotta tell my n***as what's up To all them n***as that supporting y'all should throw it up Bank account is looking like a stank account Can't wait till I'll be stacking chips Give me the finest ride and the baddest b**h I'm talking euros, plural And shout out to D.C And all them n***as on the side that couldn't see me But I ain't even going front 'cuz I ain't selling the bid And I been ditching cla** just to f** this regular b**h, sh** But I ain't even gonna front on these n***as It's way to yes, we gon' stunt on these n***as like Couting profit after profit My n***as soak in money [Hook] 2x Jiggy n***as we go round and round for the money The b**hes who love the sound I ain't stuntin' You see them, they love me now Aye We go round and round [Verse 2; Regulator] They tryna tell me I'm a new slave Chasing whips and some gold chains Jezus piece on my n***as make 'em feel saint Ain't no peace when you living in this big cage And we can't eat in the system so we maintain So when you see us, never lay with our feet up My stripes had to earn them like Adidas I'm Derek Jeter The way I knock 'em out the park for the non believers Best believe i'm writing better [? than my college teachers Young dropout stressing bout what I'm finna be [?] Party roam in the city streets 24/7 jacking producers for they beats Trying to raise the level 'cuz wasn't enough fire in the streets Picture me stopping when they told me to stop Same way they'll be expecting me to drop and then flop Then it's back to the block Looking up at the top Same n***a doing college might be selling them rocks 'Cuz you making money honest never promised a lot Seeing n***as in designers spilling bottles and pop And you like Damn I know I'm finna get on With my motherf**ing bars I'll put that on the Quran [Hook] 2x [Outro] f**ed up, f** the second verse Imma put in reverse And f** a s*ut n***a You don't really wanna see me n***a Pay attention to the kid because I dream, n***a I was playing... Alright let's go