Just Blaze - Dollar and A Dream lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Verse] A dolla and a dream, thats all a n***a got So if its about that cream, then I'm all up in the spot I was raised in the F-A-Y/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 I'mma eat, even if it means sinning n***as want beef, I'mma 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** so 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