Dreams - Cozz

Yeah—shit, nigga—we all dream, nigga

Yeah, we’re just tryna make sure they come true, feel me?

Dreams of being rich, uh?

Yeah, yeah, ha, yo!

Always had dreams of being rich, uh?

Momma never thought I’ll make it this way

Bitches really on my dick now

When I think about it, ain’t shit changed

We had dreams of being rich, wow!

We really dream of being rich, wow!

Momma never…

Yo, yo.

Imagine if I stopped rhymin' and settle for top ramen

Got content with the crib that my pop’s lie in, never stop moppin'

On that nine to five job shit, fuck that!

I’d rather go comic and go to Gotham

And meet with Batman and start robbin'

Killin' get started, heart throbbin' be cautious

If you come across this instrumental’s carcass

It may leave you nauseous

'Cause when I’m on it, it’s guaranteed death, why?

'Cause we always had dreams of being rich

Rollie on my arm, Jesus' pieces on my neck

Momma needin' the rent, Poppa drinking a fifth

Crash my Momma’s Honda, can’t even lease her a whip

Stress is hell, but you couldn’t tell, even if you snitched

Smiling, always see him with a grin

But I came to raise hell, boy, and evil is within man

All I know, is that bitch better have my money

Cause money issues have your mom’s act funny wit’you

We had dreams of being rich, uh?

Always had dreams of being rich, wow!

Bitches on my dick now

When I think about it, ain’t shit changed

I’m trying to get my money pass so closer to a pharaoh’s

I know that I can get close I’mma show her i’mma get dough

Nigga I don’t ride, I get chauffered on the metro

Poor nigga, rich mind, it won’t hurt if you let go of reality I’m searching for

a battle, jeez

But no one’s here to challenge me

Throwin' a lot of shots and they fatal ones

Trust no nigga, even the devil had a halo once

The demons carry angel dust, stressin' I know

I got to pick my ankles up but this lean in this Sprite soda got me talking

like Yoda

Don’t ever live my life sober

Oooh, I love it when they doubt me

Cash right where my mouth be, check my stomach for the hunger

Don’t laugh at the outie

My boy frank in the Audi

Scoop me up we outtie, bumpin' music loudly, crazy how lousy these niggas

soundin'

I heard these niggas talkin' and never talk around me

Nigga you listen to Casey Veggies, you ain’t about beef

Are you scary?

But I’m more than scary

To the ordinary storytelling motherfucking author

Cooking up some shit your stomach could never process

My apron dirty really need to wash it

Cause Cozz is heading to the top

Watch whenever my shit drop I don’t know when

But I’m never counting losses

Only counting my profit, nigga, stop it

Got niggas noz sick, motherfucker always had—

Dreams of being rich, wow!

Always had dreams of being rich, uh?

Momma never thought I’d make it this way

Momma never thought I’d make it this way

I know we got dreams of being rich

The rollie on my arm, the pieces on my neck

Poppa needin' a rent