| Hey I got a dolla in a dream |
| But its all a n-gga got so its about that green |
| And im all up in that spot |
| Hey |
| Yeah the mental state of a young black genius conflicted |
| The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive |
| Money and clothes I done dreamed about |
| And all the hoes that I thinked about |
| Ey tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I neva had |
| Waving gats instead of flags the American dream |
| Why do we cling to the villians? |
| Knowing they killin' |
| My n-ggas high enough to swaing from the ceiling |
| Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook |
| Filled with dreams, this is my whole book |
| Still the screams from girls shot and killed fill my head on a daily |
| At times I question God can you blame me they can’t tame me? |
| My voice screech through the street Im a beast on em Oh no he will not fold you will not see a priest on him |
| He will not slip or lose his grip they got them cleats on em But never will he run unless you call police on em One time, two times, three times |
| Sometimes I scrap sometimes Im throwin up the peace sign |
| Its two sides to a n-gga though |
| I said Its two sides to a n-gga yo Ey look sometimes im feeling high |
| Then im feeling low |
| Lord will I die will I survive let a n-gga know |
| You say you know me but what side did you get to know? |
| Its two sides to a n-gga yo yo yo |
| Yeah some pussy n-ggas put out on me and my mans |
| Wasn’t for the pistol we drop em right there where he stands |
| But still we never ran foolish pride made us stand right there |
| Not understanding we could lose our life there |
| And then the hit us, thinking bout the close calls from long distance |
| Ugh as lil n-ggas in the Ville we was trippin |
| Type of nose ass niggas to watching the fight until its over |
| They ran when the gatts came out, I moved closer |
| Foolish what was I thinking? wasn’t trying to be cool its |
| Just the thrill of the danger get so filled up with anger |
| When a stranger get to violating |
| He sleeping on me wide awake, bitch i, ll annihilate him |
| Im tired of wait on my ticket out this mothaf-cka |
| Hope they don’t kill me before I get up out this mothaf-cka |
| I gotta go, |
| Now can I be that n-gga I thought I was? I gotta know |
| Will I make it like I thought I would? I gotta blow |
| Yeah I seen heaven, seen hell |
| The two faces of the Ville |
| One side dreams, the other sides real |
| One side schemes, the other side deals |
| What the pain brings another mother cry still |
| Why the f-ck am I here God? |
| That n-gga died why the f-ck am I still alive? |
| I feel ashamed cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me And all I seem to focus on is all this stress on me Bless homie we breathin |
| Cold world got me sneezing |
| Wrote this when I was broke so hey I guess we even |
| Though it blows fighting demons trying to stop from bustin semen |
| In an unfamiliar bitch I know my n-ggas feel this shit |
| How could I f-ck her raw? And I just met the hoe |
| My dick took over it aint never felt this wet before |
| Im stressing in my mind but its way to late to stop it Make this shit so bad, I had a condom in my pocket |
| Lets change the topic |
| Before I go berserk |
| I’m so alert, riding down 95 |
| Naw I aint finna to go to work |
| I’m headed back home aint staying that long |
| I’m chasing dreams shawty im paying back loans |
| I’m paying dues that a n-gga paying tax on Im tryina blow like a n-gga playing saxophone |
| Im playing daddy to another n-ggas daughter |
| don’t worry even Jesus never saw his real father |
| I don’t bother me at all though |
| Yeah say it don’t bother me They got me thinking bout my mom though |
| Man I cant wait to sing this song I be like, I be like |
| Hey don’t cry hey ohh no We aint gotta worry bout the money no more |
| We aint gotta worry bout how them bill get paid |
| We aint gotta worry how the meals get fed |
| Hey don’t cry hey ohh no We aint gotta worry bout the money no more |
| We aint gotta worry bout how them bill get paid |
| We aint gotta worry how the meals get fed |
| Hey Hey Hey |