song by Quelle Chris
Loop Dreams lyrics

Waking up in the same place every fucking day
Yeah, motherfucking right, no fucking way
Stressed out, tryna figure out the best route
And the chest out so no none knows that I'm stressed out
'Cause everybody wanna see you at your best now
You fight just to outfight, who's the set now
See, I'm your favorite rapper out but the sales ain't legit
So the neighbors sounded like schizos
Feeling like I've worked from the bottom to the bottom here
And I done seen the bottom of too many bottles here
No fast whips, no mansions and no models here
Just my next breath, little checks and more problems here

At the whole pot, take no flights still
Got empty arms, can't no beats and no mics feel
I done chilled where the thieves in the night chill
And dwell where the rich and the right dwell
I done seen niggas rise like the hot air
And all I got to show for is standing right here
Same jeans, free Ts and some Nike Airs
The old Gs treat a G like a young heir
I understand why some left and never came back
I can't promise you we'll always be the same black
I just want my 40 acres in a plaid back
So I could stop, I see you in Vegas, and just lay back

LOOP DREAMS

Trying to crew the wealth that I promised myself
The fans treat me like I made it, I ain't made shit
Hands out, I can't even hand my fam nothing
Tryna convince my lady that I'm gonna be big shit
If I could talk to the old me, tipping O.E.
I'd tell him get up on your cold feet
'Cause every second is a moment for a bold leap
That time I'm tryna make up off no sleep
Cold nights, cold seats, grow heat, up in that volume of the probie
There's a lesson to be learned from these cold streets
It's that you ain't getting nothing if you hold six

LOOP DREAMS