[Intro]
Do you want smoke?
You want all the smoke
Bando on the 808s goin' crazy
Said dreams come true
Don't be mad, they gotta pay me too
These n***as hate me too
Ayy, I said dreams come true
Don't be mad, these n***as hate me too
Yeah, ayy, ayy

[Refrain]
I said dreams come true
Don't be mad, they gotta pay me too
These n***as hate me too
Yeah, I said dreams come true
Don't be mad, they try to break me too
Don't let 'em break you too
Ayy, I said dreams come true
Don't be mad, they gotta pay me too
These n***as hate me too
Ayy, I said dreams come true
Don't be mad, they try to break me too
Don't let 'em break you too

[Verse]
These n***as hatin' 'cause I always keep it real
I ain't ever had to lie or suck no dick to get a deal
They really love my talent, I do this shit for real
If a n***a play with me or mines, n***a gettin' killed
That n***a dyin' today
If I tell my n***as, "Go," them n***as slide today
And if I give 'em your direction, they gon' slide that way
Hit his spine that way
I go and grab that K and I'm gon' slide today
I got the drop on a opp so it's time to tint the windows
Let a n***as slide, got the tints presidential
If I wanna kill 'em on the gang, we gotta flip those
The whole gang gotta flip those
He ducked behind the car, we shoot over those
If he fuckin' on that ho, we get over hoes
Ayy, and yes, believe that I love the bros
Gotta know that I love my bros
And I ain't never did nothin' flawed, never been a snake
I ain't never did nothin', bitch, I never been a fake
I been fuller in a world of snakes, a world full of hate
And a world full of white faces tryna judge my race
N***as hatin', you want my spot? I'm posted on the block
I got a big ass Glock, a n***a play, he gettin' popped
I'ma knock him out his shit, I'ma block him out this shit
And I'ma mark him out this bitch, we finna chalk him in this bitch
White chalk all around him
Fake love, it surround us
And them haters all around us
And them haters all around us
Ayy, bloods rockin' with me, but my crips, they on my side
Swear to God I love Peezy even though he slime
Shootin' for my n***a if he ever up and die
And whoever did this shit, I swear to God the gang gon' ride
We gon' catch a n***a slippin', catch a n***a lackin'
Big forty by my side, they know a n***a packin'
And yeah, I like to fight, a n***a still jackin'
My Memphis n***as steppin', my Cali n***as reppin'
Ayy, six-O crippin', we make these n***as jealous
They really want my spot and some n***as really tellin'
They all on the paperwork, n***a, where that paperwork?
Ion' wanna talk to you 'cause that's gon' send that paper first
A real Laker fan when them twenty-ten playoffs hurt
So much money in my hand I could build a paper church
He take the real too fast, like why can't you take fakers first?
Passed the gun to my mans, he need an extension
Partners killin' partners like street code don't exist
(Partners killin' partners like street code don't exist)