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Dreams and Nightmares Intro Lyrics – Meek Mill

    Dreams and Nightmares Intro is a popular song by Meek Mill from the 2012 album Dreams and Nightmares. Check words to Meek Mill Dreams and Nightmares Intro Lyrics in English below.

    Dreams and Nightmares Intro Lyrics – Meek Mill 

    Ain’t this what they’ve been waitin’ for?
    You ready? Uh, uh

    [Verse 1]
    I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
    So I had to grind like that to shine like this
    And the matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit
    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 nigga sneezed, nigga please, ‘fore them triggers squeeze
    I’m gettin’ cream, never let them hoes get in between
    Of what we started, lil’ nigga 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 an artist
    No crawlin’, went straight to walkin’, with foreigns in my garages
    All foreign bitches ménagin’, fuckin’, suckin’ and swallowin’
    Anything for a dollar, they tell me get ’em, I got ’em
    I did it without an album
    I did shit with Mariah
    Lil’ nigga, I’m on fire
    Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, 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 niggas, then what you talkin’ ’bout?
    Gangstas move in silence, nigga, 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, fuck nigga!
    Maybach Music
    [Verse 2]
    Hold up, wait a minute (Minute), y’all thought I was finished? (Whoa)
    When I bought that Aston Martin, y’all thought it was rented? (Yeah)
    Flexin’ on these niggas, 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 niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
    ‘Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk
    These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed
    You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
    ‘Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don’t fuck around, no joke, no
    All I know is murder, when it come to me
    I got young niggas that’s rollin’, I got niggas 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 (Skrrt)
    They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin’ (Let’s go)
    We young niggas, we mobbin’ (Mobbin’), like Batman and we’re robbin’ (Whoa)
    This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin’
    I’m like, “Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?”
    If you ain’t about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up!
    If you diss me in your raps I’ll get yo’ pussy-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 (Block), bike on 12 o’clock (Rah)
    And they be throwin’ deuces on the same nigga they watch (Meek Milly)
    And I’m the king of my city ’cause I’m still callin’ them shots
    And these lames talkin’ that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
    I’m the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock
    The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
    And these niggas hatin’ on me, hoes waitin’ on me
    Still on that hood shit, 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 nigga turned rich (Rich), love the game like Mitch
    And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon’ still suck my dick?
    It was somethin’ ’bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
    Had me feelin’ like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
    I’m gone


    Writer(s): Meek Mill, Tone the Beat Bully


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