AKA - Dreamwork ft Yanga Lyrics
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Dollar sign got me in a good mood
Word to Don Dersign that's my hood dude
I was on the grind, they was caught up in a hype
Why you niggas ain't shinin' like you used to
Age 25 I done copped the illest ride
That my daddy used to drove while I was still in high school
Trophies at the crib, emojis too big
You been talking shit, they need to breathalyse you
verse 1 [AKA]
All the talk been cheap this' the king speech
Tell you 'bout the rap game, use your instincts
Skwatta campaign that was Buttabing's peak
Pop a lot of champagne on the win streak
Dreamwork, made it to the big league
Looking at this spreadsheet, see the increase
Jealousy and envy rolling ?
Barely making ends meet, my revenge sweet
Genius, Oh baby
They used to call me the leader of the new school
Haters take so many shots, I need a bulletproof coupe
Overcame so many odds I redefined the rule book
Squad goals we cut-throat
Navigate these dark roads and potholes
Graduated from unknown among hoes
To a higher place where drinks flow and blunts rolling
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verse 2 [Yanga]
Make complains on the runway, let it burn
Take a cig or a one way no return
Switching lanes for the fun
Never done never done
Put a smile on my mom 'cause she know we are
You see my money brought a lot bruh
I keep a hunnid for the cop car, chuck it in the corner
I roll already for the road I
Smoking plenty from the floor puff and pass it to the owner
I put in work like a grown-up sho 'nuff
Y'all be acting like we close la s'khona
Stashing figures in my clothes
That's the new Madiba pose
That admission make you sound bipolar
I get on my grind, now they love me like a church
Hustling my eyes black man killer
I ain't doing bad all these niggas doing worse
I got money in the bag, no fucks in the verse
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verse 3 [AKA]
Fuck the underground, we've been cooking for a while
Running up and down since a booking was a thou
"Where my ladies in the house"
Sleeping on my mama couch
Take the whole amount put it in my mom account
That's dreamwork, that's the message
First you count the paper then you count the blessings
Don't ever let the haters put you under pressure
And don't forget that every failure is a lesson
No further questions
I got my wits about me
Strictly all in, no split or auji
Who got the bright idea to clown me
Last five years ain't shit without me
The most consistent, I go the distance
Lately though I don't pose for pictures
I just hope that I'm home for Christmas
Pole position, roll the riches
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