RiCH MAN DREAMS (i) (Explicit)

Uh huh uh

(Talk about it)

Yea

Check

And you don’t really know me

If you don’t know that I had a 300z

With no heat or a seatbelt on the seat

With a broken gas tank that was always on E

(Talk about it)

I used to ride around in section eighty, uh

Pullin up on niggas that was duckin’ me to make sure they would pay me

And if they had a problem it was likely they would fade me

I kept the taper dark just incase they acting shady

Tapping on my twitter trynna get to Tae Beast

Trynna get to Skyehutch hoping they would say he

Good enough to be on TDE

As I swipe the EBT for my momma

Praying that they’ll come and save me (talk about it)

Nobody did it

So I had to get with Obi, Nnamdi, and Brian to start my own mission

Selling that stuff around the way just to make a little name on probation

I was big trippin’ (huh)

Product of the felonies

Trynna move product ducking broke nigga energy

Trynna be the opposite of broke when they mention me

Then the Z broke down sheesh they sleep (talk about it)

And you don’t really know me

If you don’t know that I had a 300z

With no heat and a seatbelt on the seat

With a broken gas tank that was always on E

(Talk about it)

I used to pray that I could spar with Ab-Soul

Me and him on a track for a fact that’s goals

Rapping out in front the barbershop

Pressing Obi for the check

Playing Book of Soul passing Half Note

Bad *****es in the whip turning up their nose

They really only came in trynna get a smoke

I used that to try to press play on the floor

But that would never impress and made them go (huh)

Threw my ego out the sunroof

That made me change my confidence for humble

Threw my ego out the sunroof

And made my mood turn to disgruntled

I almost quit rapping like like five hundred times

Before I got my first check I wrote five hundred rhymes

I used to **** a couple *****es but none of them dimes

Maybe I was better off trynna run up the crimes, uh

Cause you don’t really know me

If you don’t know that I had a 300z

With no heat or a seatbelt on the seat

With a broken gas tank that was always on E

(You don’t)

(Talk about it)

And you don’t really know me

If you don’t know I had a Chevy Celebrity

I got from Mrs. Harris for two hundred fifty

Barely passed the smog check but still got from A to B, you see (Talk about it)

Before Soundcloud I was on SoundClick

Back slash Ab The Great you can google that **** (real shit)

All facts (talk about it)

Had a RadioShack desktop mic that I stole

No pop filter for it (no)

Just a duct tape roll

With a stocking cap around it (woah)

Recording on ACID Pro 4.0

Illegally downloaded on some kind of bit torrent, yo (Talk about it)

Snake Hollywood was the co-producer at the toll

Got off of Black Planet and started planning the solar system of my very own

Broke as a joke (ah ha)

Nobody laughed at

Working at a record store that my family owned

How ironic is that?

Cause most of my homies was criminals distributing dope

And I do just that just in my own way

The differences are the same

And if you were to ask me how

I don’t know how I ended up speaking at Harvard with IDK (soul)

And you don’t really know me, if you don’t know.

(You don’t know)

(Don’t know)