cooking up dreams
• Written by Anonymous
Verse
dreams of being seen, in a place that seemed
like hoop dreams, since I was a teen
but my city reach far like im coasting
westside eastide, catch me floating
lights flashing over choppy waters
fathers hold on tight, all these ratchet daughters
i know they gone hate but ill be the marter
im choppin this up call me the barber
try coppin a rolly, but money coming slowly
i want the gold teeth, be like show me
thats the homie, bet he got a boat B
toast to the ones, whos gettin money
copping J's like eggs im the easter bunny
ima hustle and grind u can see im hungry
they cypher every month? Let me get my money
See you next time, i know they love me
Hook
i still love the gold, and i still want a rolls
the hood still here, we still got the stove
cooking up dreams, in a life of no's
but who knows, what my future holds
cooking up dreams, in a life of no's
cooking up dreams, in a life of no's
i still love the gold, and i still want a rolls
cooking up dreams, in a life of no's
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