Letra Dreams and nightmares Meek Mill

Dreams and nightmares

Ain’t this what they been waiting for?
You ready?
Uh uh

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that, to shine like this
Been a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrist
Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said “yea, I do”
If you want it you gotta see it with a clearer view
Got shorty, she tryina bless me like I said hachu
Like a nigga sneeze, nigga please for them triggers squeezed
I’m getting cream, never let them hoes get in-between of what we started
Lil nigga, bottom line hearted
They loved me when I was stuck in they head and went out departed
I go and get it regardless, draw like I’m an artist
No crawlin, went straight to walkin
With foreigns in my garage, a foreign bitch is menaging
Fucking, sucking and swallowing anything for a dollar
They tell me get him a gatto
I did it without a album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil nigga I’m on fire
Icy as a hockey ring, Philly nigga I’m flying
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, haters rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, can’t even fit in the parking spot
You ain’t talkin bout my niggas, then what you talkin bout?
Gangstas move in silence nigga and I don’t talk a lot
I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word
Was on my grind and then I got what I deserved, fuck nigga

Hold on, wait a minute
Yall thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin yall thought it was rented
Flexing on these niggas, I’m like Popeye on his spinach
Double M yea that’s my team, Rose the captain, I’m lieutenant
I’m the type who can the mean cash, then grind like I’m broke
That Lambo my new bitch, she ridin like my Ghost
I’m ridin round my city with my hands strapped to my toast
Cause these niggas want this dick
And I gotta make it back home
Cause my mama need that pill money, my son need some milk
These niggas tryina take my life, they fuck around, be killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don’t fuck around, no joke
Go, all I know is murder, when it come to me
I got young niggas that’s rollin and I got niggas throwing peas
I done digit DO8, I done digit KOD’s
Every time I’m in that pitch I get to throw in 30 G’s
But now I’m hanging out that drop hand, I’m riding down on collar
They let my nigga hurry back home, that young nigga be whilin
We young niggas, we mobbing
Like Batman and we’re robbin
This 2door Maybach with my seat on reclining
I’m like real nigga wuddup? Real nigga wuddup?
If you ain’t about that murder game then pussy niggas shut up
If you get me in your racks I get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain’t good
Cut me down to MIA, had that heap game on whoop
What that pull my life from my feet?
Like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down to your block, back on 12 o’clock
And they be throwin deuces on the same nigga they watch
And I’m the king of my city cuz I’m still callin them shots
And these lames talkin that bullshit, the same niggas that fly
I’m the same nigga from Perch jigga dumb that bitch that lie
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hatin on me, hoes waitin on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce so heed

They gon remember me
I say remember me
So much money have your friends turn into your enemies
And when it’s beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go for 40 and no 10 a key
Hold up. Broke nigga turned rich
Bloody game like Mitch
And if I leave if them dumb pretty hoes gon steal something I did
It was something bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I’m gone
Whoop!