I Dream B.I.G. - Termanology, Sheek Louch, Styles P

I Dream B.I.G, uh

I Dream B.I.G, Termanology

Sheek Louch

Yeah, SP

Buckwild on the beat, uh

I don’t sell drugs I’m a rhyme seller

Saving for the crib with the wine cellar

Other crib got the high rise elevator

Sky dive out the window and hit a jet propeller

Tryna cop me a skyscraper with my paper

Make my bank account balance multiply major

It’s all mathematics, my whip and my chain matches

I ain’t tryna hang with these average chickens my aim is lavish

Fortune 500 on my mind cousin

Pick a Porsche lift the doors, suicide stuntin'

You ever see the eyes on a gold digger?

Like a goldfish floating down a cold river, ugh

Baby sharks in a fish tank

Corporate accounts in a swiss bank

Still, I know it’s hard to believe

But I work so hard, I’m like can’t I just dream?

I Dream B.I.G

I Dream B.I.G

I Dream B.I.G., it was all a dream

Dream B.I.G

No doubt

Termanology

D Block

Sheek Louch

Term

I Dream B.I.G

All these white presidents, now we got a nig

You would think that would take some power from the pig

But nope they killing us right where we fucking live

From crack rocks to niggas worrying about the hiv

Should I preach?, Or should I rap about some shit you can’t reach?

Hold up, I Dream B.I.G

Ferraris, weed blowed up

Rolex on, fronting with my sleeve rolled up

I Dream B.I.G., G5 pilot directions

Ten bitches on there with ass injections

I throw that money at them like I’m up in perfections

Chinese guyanese, different complexions

My niggas coming home with no parole

Artist be artist, and these labels not controlling their soul

Back to back dutches like I’m smoking a cig

Some think about 2Pac but me and L.O.X.

we Dream B.I.G

Term what up

Louch what up

Statik what up

Buck what up

Yeah

I Dream B.I.G

Used to hustle work right out of a fiends crib

Made a little cash when they was down on the phone

Used to fall asleep and dream about the islands I own

Had a air craft carrier to carry the jets

The fleet of the whips

And all of the set

The quarterback, bought the whole front line a Rolex

Perpetual piece, connect with the streets

Dissecting the beats, until the lesson is complete

And whoever try to test know the weapons released

I Dream B.I.G., took me a nap and seen B.I.G

Woke and lit the smoke, started spitting some mean shit

Helicopters and cartiers, chicks in the green six or the white five

Reciting Melle Mel on white lines

Hedge funds money and pipe lines

Living with your family and live out your lifetime