Dreaming - Rylo Rodriguez

'Member being broke, talking four dollars

'Member standing in the cell for four hours

I ain’t reminiscing, I’m just tryna get the feeling back

'Cause yesterday we just took cold showers

I wonder if hearing got

Put my demons in here, wish I could bring 'em cold water

Some niggas in jail who was in the streets got rich off cutting dope

They went broke, started cutting hair, they turned to barbers

Nigga ratted on his own man so he grewed up to play with him

He snitched, thought shit would go away, like a roommate, it stayed with him

What’s the bro code?

Talking buy hoes, feed your main bitch, feelings all fair

Paul Bearer

Kill a nigga, streets call you back

Go to jail, now they can’t call you back

Where we from, a lot of you niggas 12, yeah, without the badge

They’ll give you a hundred shots in 12, that’s why I do that

white and blue, I ain’t talking 'bout troops, talking gang flags

Load up this thot ho from the hood, yeah, she got bad kids

Said she ain’t selling pussy no more since she got her ass did

Hoping that a rich nigga come cuff her and buy a new Benz

I’m tryna grab your hair, why you sad I didn’t buy a new whip

Ex bitch love me, I done blowed up

Saying picture me like this, I should’ve posed for her

Watch them young niggas go for sticking stores up

Still leaving out they cell picking stores up

Bustdown on my wrist, I got 'em watching

They gon' lose count if they tryna count my pockets

He got caught with a lot of shit, why he ain’t make it passed the

Been fucking on a vegan, that ho got me thinking broccoli

She got me thinking lettuce, but I still be getting cake

Pull up, I can’t meet you 'cause I got too much at stake

And she be wanting to leave me but she got so much to rake

I put niggas on my back even though it’s twenty times my weight

Lately, I been ghetto dreaming

Ghetto dreaming, ghetto dreaming, yeah

I been thanking million dollar sponsors that go commercial

Go get me a mansion in the hood, can’t go commercial

I love you like I love myself with me, can’t no one hurt you

Ain’t pick up a pencil in some years, ain’t wrote them verses

Thinking 'bout the future, tell my dawg he need investment money

But we niggas in the club and go to burning hundreds

Said the bottle girl don’t bring no bottles, just some fire exstinguishers

and hope that she remember (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

If we pull up in the Hellcat, hope the law forgive us

I know niggas who got elbowed just like Conor McGregor

Project baby tired of working, he tryna pull his head up

Made three niggas robbed his job while he was on the schedule (What's happenin',

Chi Chi?)

All you niggas entitled to your own opinions

I can’t stress about what they think 'bout me, period

She can’t sit in my lil' period, lil' ho, these Amiris

Can’t be with them lil' boys, I don’t even take 'em serious

Almost made my mama cry when I didn’t graduate

But look ma, I get paid now to walk 'cross the stage

My dawg on his third strike, I pray he walk 'cross his base

Designer tapered but I ain’t talking space

'Member being broke, talking four dollars

'Member standing in the cell for four hours

I ain’t reminiscing, I’m just tryna get the feeling back

'Cause yesterday we just took cold showers

I wonder if hearing got

Put my demons in here, wish I could bring 'em cold water

Some niggas in jail who was in the streets got rich off cutting dope

They went broke, started cutting hair, they turned to barbers

Lately, I been ghetto dreaming

Ghetto dreaming, ghetto dreaming, yeah

I been thanking million dollar sponsors that go commercial

Go get me a mansion in the hood, can’t go commercial (What's happenin', Chi Chi?