[prod. By Salaam Remi]

Sweet dreams, never usually happen some say
But I say fuck it get the pay before I end the same way
Before I live the same day, drop the work the same lane
Pay your due and it's a bitch but never seem to get game
Who the fuck you wanna blame? Waiting on shit else to change
I'm dreaming good but from the hood, got street creed to maintain
But if I had the spare change, I probably buy a couple things
I'd buy a chip to couple friends, I'd blow a stack upon a plane
I'd buy a couple low low's to kill it and a beam
I'd buy a philly 76 and I'd play for the team
And then I'd cruise down main with my g's on my lean
No more pops on the streets in this city that I claim
I'd never work another day, put some makeup on my sleeves
I'd buy a genie plus a lamp and a couple other dreams
Don't wake me up, I've had enough of this so called scene
And the strangest part about this is that I do this in my sleep

(x2)
When I blow, I want the rings to change into gold
The cars, the jewels, the money and hoes
A 64 with the butterfly doors
And smoke the last blue heaten need to buy me some more
When I blow, when I blow,
When I blow, when I blow

Sweet dreams, never usually happen some say
But coming again, thinking again
We wouldn't think the same way
We wouldn't have the same fate
We wouldn't have the same taste
The rent and attract mains
It's frankly a damn shame
My teachers taught me I was nothing but stuffed ??? skin
So I was aim to call them up and tell them my sign then
Still selling in the hood and dodging this fame chase
Flipping fingers at the phoneys and bitches they still hate
Never fucked with any college went straight like LeBronn James
On the streets that call me bo for running them both games
Living like Ricky Williams, I'm playing but still blazed
Ain't immune to the cedar, but I'm certainly not fate
Tell me something I don't know, a rapper the wrong shade
You outta your league, you outta your mind
You tryina achieve the wrong thang
You must have picked the wrong team
You must have flipped the wrong scene
I'm living my life but I'm not sure
If I know what living it all means

(x2)
When I blow, I want the rings to change into gold
The cars, the jewels, the money and hoes
A 64 with the butterfly doors
And smoke the last blue heaten need to buy me some more
When I blow, when I blow,
When I blow, when I blow

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