Meek Mill - Dreams and Nightmares lyrics | Musixmatch (2024)

Ain't this what they've been waitin' for?

You ready? Uh, uh

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this

So I had to grind like that to shine like this

In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up sh*t

In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists

Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true

It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do."

If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view

Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo

Like a nigg* sneezed, nigg* please, 'fore them triggers squeeze

I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between

Of what we started, lil' nigg* but I'm lion-hearted

They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed

I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist

No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages

All foreign bitches ménagin', f*ckin', suckin' and swallowin'

Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em

I did it without a album

I did sh*t with Mariah

Lil' nigg*, I'm on fire

Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigg*, I'm flyer

When I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased

Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace

Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot

Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot

You ain't talkin' 'bout my nigg*s, then what you talkin' 'bout?

Gangstas move in silence, nigg*, and I don't talk a lot

I don't say a word, I don't say a word

Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, f*ck nigg*

Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?

When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented?

Flexin' on these nigg*s, I'm like Popeye on his spinach

Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant

I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke

That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost

I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast

'Cause these nigg*s want me dead and I gotta make it back home

'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk

These nigg*s tryna take my life, they f*ck around, get killed

You f*ck around, you f*ck around, you f*ck around, get smoked

'Cause these Philly nigg*s I brought with me don't f*ck around, no joke, no

All I know is murder, when it come to me

I got young nigg*s that's rollin', I got nigg*s throwin' B's

I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's

Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's

But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins

They let my nigg* Ern back home, that young nigg* be wildin'

We young nigg*s, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin'

This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'

I'm like, "Real nigg*, what up? Real nigg*, what up?"

If you ain't about that murder game, then puss* nigg*, shut up

If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' puss*-ass stuck up

When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good

Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood

With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could

Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock

And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigg* they watch

And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots

And these lames talkin' that bullsh*t the same nigg*s that flopped

I'm the same nigg* from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock

The same nigg* that came up and I had to wait for my spot

And these nigg*s hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me

Still on that hood sh*t, my Rolls-Royce on E

They gon' remember me, I say remember me

So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies

And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories

With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key

Hold up, broke nigg* turned rich, love the game like Mitch

And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?

It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist

Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick

I'm gone

Woo