Lyrical Analysis of...

Dreams and Nightmares

  1. Ain't this what they've been waitin' for?
  2. You ready? Uh, uh
  3. I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
  4. So I had to grind like that to shine like this
  5. In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit
  6. In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
  7. Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
  8. It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do."
  9. If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear eyed view
  10. Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo
  11. Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze
  12. I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between
  13. Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion hearted
  14. They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
  15. I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist
  16. No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages
  17. All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'
  18. Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
  19. I did it without a album
  20. I did shit with Mariah
  21. Lil' nigga, I'm on fire
  22. Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer
  23. When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
  24. Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace
  25. Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
  26. Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot
  27. You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?
  28. Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot
  29. I don't say a word, I don't say a word
  30. Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga
  31. Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
  32. When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented?
  33. Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
  34. Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant
  35. I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
  36. That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost
  37. I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
  38. 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
  39. 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk
  40. These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed
  41. You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
  42. 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no
  43. All I know is murder, when it come to me
  44. I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's
  45. I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's
  46. Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's
  47. But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins
  48. They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'
  49. We young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin'
  50. This two door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'
  51. I'm like, "Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?"
  52. If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up
  53. If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy ass stuck up
  54. When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
  55. Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood
  56. With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could
  57. Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock
  58. And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch
  59. And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots
  60. And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
  61. I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock
  62. The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
  63. And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me
  64. Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
  65. They gon' remember me, I say remember me
  66. So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies
  67. And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories
  68. With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key
  69. Hold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch
  70. And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
  71. It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
  72. Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
  73. I'm gone
  74. Woo

Lyrics added by J_Money23

LYRICAL GRADE

A-

RHYME DENSITY

0

RHYME LENGTH

1 syllable
2 syllables
3 syllables
4 syllables
5+ syllables
Rhyme Syllables

282

Total Syllables

954

Rhyming Lines

70/74

Unique Words

54.9%

Slang

14.5%

Profanity

7.5%

Avg. Syllables Per Word

1.32

Word Cloud

10 12 30 40 ain't they've waitin' ready uh used pray times rhyme grind shine matter time spent lockedup shit back paddy wagon cuffs locked wrists seen dreams unfold nightmares come true marry game yeah want gotta see cleareyed view shorty tryna bless achoo nigga sneezed please 'fore triggers squeeze i'm gettin' cream never hoes between started lil' lionhearted love stuck hated departed go regardless draw artist crawlin' went straight walkin' foreigns garages foreign bitches mnagin' fuckin' suckin' swallowin' anything dollar tell 'em without album mariah fire icy hockey rink philly flyer bought rollsroyce thought leased new ferrari hater rest peace parking lot phantom big can't even fit spot talkin' 'bout niggas gangstas move silence don't talk word now deserve fuck hold up wait minute y'all finished aston martin rented flexin' popeye spinach double m that's team rozay captain lieutenant type count million cash broke lambo bitch ride ghost ridin' around city hand strapped toast 'cause dead make home mama need bill money son milk take life killed smoked brought joke know murder young rollin' throwin' b's done doa's kod's g's hangin' out drop head down collins ern wildin' mobbin' batman we're robbin' twodoor maybach seat reclinin' real pussy shut diss raps i'll yo' pussyass touchdown hood tour good catch mia heat wood puma feet little engine boy slide block bike o'clock deuces same watch king still callin' shots lames bullshit flopped berks street nappy braids lock came hatin' e gon' remember much friends turn enemies there's beef memories bricks key turned rich mitch leave think pretty suck dick somethin' rollie first touched wrist feelin' dope brick gone woo

Profanity

shit, nigga, bitches, fuckin, niggas, fuck, bitch, pussy, dick

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