Paroles de Dreamchasers


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I'm only 9 on the block
Bailin' to the liquor store with 2 dollars in my socks
Say, 'cuz when i talk, pants sag when i walk
Bumpin' kday, just discovered hip-hop

I play pop warner and i love transformers
But you see the big homey standin' out on the corner
He got real guns, not the ones from g.i. joe
He feared and respected like everywhere we go

Can't wait 'til i'm 10 and i get jumped in
You should see the tattoo, he gave himself with the pain
He did it in the pain like 3 years ago
And he just got home, now he bigger than before

Liftin' weights in the yard he, way too hard
Been shot 5 times, even let me touch the scars
I can ride in his car when i get from the hood
A fresh iroc with a dope kenwood

Two 15's and his curl on sheen
A big booty freak with some airbrushed jeans
Don't dis put the hood in your childhood dreams
Growin' up these days ain't as easy as it seems

We live life like death ain't a thing
Fear and respect we collect like kings
Relive stress with every breath i sing
And we all chase money 'cause we scared to chase dreams

19, almost 20 years old
Cut the baby curl, now i got an afro
Cornrows, some say french braids
Weed and robberies the only way i get paid

Couldn't slang crack, o.g.'s do that
So money hungry wouldn't front me a sack
That's why the old timers keep gettin' jacked
I'm full time bangin' ain't no turnin' back

Dropped out of school, no g.e.d
But in these streets i'm a g o d
Enemies tell they b.g. stories 'bout me
A nightmare when i'm off that p

That's why they always run when they see me in the street
Known to beat 'em down, straight take they heat
What about the police, man even they scared
When i see ya hit the block i put 2 in the air

Got my momma scared of me
And she's the only woman that would ever dare to love me
Respect from my peers on the set 10 years
Bona fide so i hide my regrets and my fears

On the front porch buzzin'
High that's probably why i didn't even see 'em comin'
5 rounds to the chest, now, i'm fightin' for my life
'cause some fool from the other side, wanted stripes

Flatline, flatline

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