[Intro]
Yeah, uh
This for all my ville n***as man
All my Carolina n***as man (The lights off and shit)
All my real n***as, no matter where you come from and shit
(We gon' call this shit right here "A Dolla And A Dream")

[Verse]
A dolla and a dream, that's all a n***a got, so (Yeah)
If it's about that cream, then I'm all up in the spot
I was raised in the F-A-Y, a n***a never gave me nothing
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, that's life
And trust me I'm living, look what a n***a made out
The shit that I was given, look what a n***a came out
Momma sewing patches on my holes
Man, our hoes couldn't put this flame out
Straight up, I got my back against the brick wall (Yeah)
I'm from a world where n***as never pop no Cristal, it was pistols
You pass through, you better pray them bullets miss y'all
I thank the Lord, He let a n***a make it this far
A lot n***as don't, a lot of moms weep (Yeah)
I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me
You never know when a n***a might try to harm me
Rest In Peace that n***a John Lee, I pour liquor, homie
It's foul, but yo the world keeps spinning
Gotta keep winning, get up off this cheap linen
N***a I'mma eat, even if it means sinning
N***as want beef, I'ma sink my teeth in 'em
Pause, I go harder (Yeah), I am all about a dollar (Yeah)
You n***as street smart? I'm a motherfucking scholar
So trust me, I ain't stopping 'til my money is long
So much dough, them hoes will think I'm rocking money cologne
Have a model at the crib waiting, "Honey, I'm home"
Cooking greens for a n***a, give him plenty of dome
It's funny, we dream about money so much it's like we almost got it
Until we reach up in our pockets (Damn)
It's time to face reality (Yeah), the ville is a trap n***a now
And if you ain't focused you gonna be here for a while, yeah
My n***a Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun
Type a n***a know about every car, but don't got one
That's hunger, no wonder n***as fucking with the evils
Posted on the corner, selling crack like its legal
But who am I to judge how a n***a get his paper?
This money coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up
I guess I gotta wake up these n***as myself (Uh-huh)
An E&J sipper, but my shit is top shelf
Young J (Uh), the rawest shit you n***as ever heard of (Yeah)
A journalist n***a, call me the Fayetteville Observer (Uh, yeah)
[Outro]
Yeah
You know the routine, man
Fayettnam
Real n***as can relate
And Ville n***as can relate, man
My n***as know about the struggle, man
What you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, n***a?
I had the light blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh shit
I was in like first grade man, I swear
It was like the Sixes came out, the Jordan Sixes
Them shit was so fly man, I wanted them so bad
Darryl what up man?
My n***a Darryl had them shits on in class yo
I wanted that shit so bad
I begged my mom for that shit, you know
But she couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me
Got me some Reeboks Blacktops, ahaha
But that was all good tho, cuz uh
The year after that I had, I had some, some no name shits
Some all black shits, haha
Them shits had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you know?
But you know back then n***as didn't
N***as ain't even know we was broke man, no worries and shit
But uh, times have changed man, I got bills
My mom is in debt, what you know about that?
College loans and shit, n***a
Gotta get this money, ma