Lyrics Good Dreams - Kief Brown

Check in my right hand
Rolex on the night stand

I used to dream of nights that we would live like this

Plug on the iPhone
Got good drank in the styrofoam

I used to dream of nights that we would live like this

I was the one that was stuck on the corner
Now look at my dash it say two-hundred

I used to dream of nights that we would live like this

Found me a ticket
I had to flip it
Took me a trip cause
I had to get it

I used to dream of nights that we would live like this

I kept my eyes on the road
Push the pedal to the flow
Doubling back on these niccas
They fucking off
I kept my fist in the bowl
I kept my eyes on the gold
I see the goal
Gotta go hard
Who end up the man
Nobody knows
All of them niccas
Went right I went left
I had some options
An I chose to step
I was the kid that returned to the sender
Went got my own
Stuffed them in a fender
Now I pull up like amazing grace
Told my whole team that
We gone be straight
So when we standing on top
Of that furniture
Yea we gotta put it all in ya face
(Yeaaaa)
I'm the nicca that
They left behind
Fuck it but
They gone respect this grind
So I went an put in over time
Yea overtime
Yea I did
Now they gotta love the kid
Went from working night shift
To Maserati gears shift
Just look what I did

Check in my right hand
Rolex on the night stand

I used to dream of nights that we would live like this

Plug on the iPhone
Got good drank in the styrofoam

I used to dream of nights that we would live like this

I was the one that was stuck on the corner
Now look at my dash it say two-hundred

I used to dream of nights that we would live like this

Found me a ticket
I had to flip it
Took me a trip cause
I had to get it

I used to dream of nights that we would live like this

Now these niccas in they feelings
Cause I been chasing millions
But you ain't got time to whine
Right now
It's time to grind and first give me mines
(Yea yea)
I ain't got time to play
Money calling can't wait
Niccas sit back and hate
Same time losing weight
I'm getting this cake
(Aye)
Check in my hand
And I'm dying to spend it
I just let the top down
On Venice
Pick up lil baby she say
That she wit it
Hit the cup roll the wood
She the business
All the real shit I showed her
Cause she always hit her quotas
And they can tell we living fabulous
Just take a listen to the motors
Just thanking bout
All them trips outta state
I'm at the wheel and I'm wide awake
It might be five in the morning
You see me in motion you
Know where it's going
Finish line just a mile away
Pray that GOD
Keep me alive today
I remember selling dimes
Now we cross border lines

Check in my right hand
Rolex on the night stand

I used to dream of nights that we would live like this

Plug on the iPhone
Got good drank in the styrofoam

I used to dream of nights that we would live like this

I was the one that was stuck on the corner
Now look at my dash it say two-hundred

I used to dream of nights that we would live like this

Found me a ticket
I had to flip it
Took me a trip cause
I had to get it

I used to dream of nights that we would live like this