It was sung by Meek Mill, featuring Meek Mill.Ain't this what they've been waiting for? The Dreams And Nightmares song lyrics is written by Maurice Jordan, Jermaine Anthony Preyan, Robert Rihmeek Williams & Anthony Tucker in the year 2012. Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold upīroke nigga turn rich, love the game like MitchĪnd if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick? So much money have ya friends turn into enemiesĪnd with these beef I turn my enemies to memories Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spotĪnd these niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I couldīoy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clockĪnd they be throwing deuces on the same nigga they watchĪnd I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still calling them shotsĪnd these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't goodĬatch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up I'm that real nigga what up, real nigga what up This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin' We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin' Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding down on Collins I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' B'sĮvery time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no jokeĪll I know is murder, when it comes to me You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed 'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toes That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my Ghost I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?įlexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinachĭouble M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout? Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-er Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'Īnything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garage I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist They love me when I was stuck and hated when I was departed Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, Achoo If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view It was time to marry the game and I said, Yeah, I do See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit So I had to grind like that to shine like this I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this Song Lyrics Ain't this what they've been waiting for?