Текст песни Dreams Can Do It - W O O D $

Solitary confinement I need to iso from the sane
They let me loose cuz the melanin powerful than a chain it's hella strange
How I'm jubilant with these bars in tune with it
Uzi spit 'cluded with you seeing the man on the crucifix
Got a gift, transition the talent any day
Been a boss, don't need your sense, who's keeping pennies anyway
Lit the herb the and get to cracking she sweeter than Fannie Maes
It's simply bussing and I got the Ruger and I named it Andy he coming aye
Wassup my guy Jack Frost whip and I ride uh
No gang, don't bang, just know I got mob ties uh
Nowadays in the grave cuz a nigga really want to drop 5 uh
Keep your head in the game or you can really get cockeyed boom
Misguided my position readjust when it's halftime
Bird box when I pass dimes rev it up like Vince and that's fine
End of the day you can count on me to score climbing up to the Forbes
Opening up all the doors 'cause opportunity can really show what can be yours for real
I can see myself floating, no Mediterranean
New black coupe spider dawg it's an alien
With the butterfly downs renovate caving in and you know I'm in the driver seat staying in
Wishing I can just hibernate from cuffing season that shit is a joke
Another word that people exploit the intimacy never stays afloat for real

Different cadence when I'm preaching no message will keep me speaking from the truth
I just kick shit when I step up in the booth
I'm hitting tooths, I mean teeth
South Florida on a beach
I'll be coolin' just with my brothers you play with them catching heat
Off the dome it's fundamental facts will never be gentle
You really heard just what I'm saying from my mouth or the pencil
She giving dental past esophagus remember that I'm on top of this
Thinking I'm melting the mic just feeling the fire just know that I'm hot with this
Gucci sneakers new drip equipped
Flashy diamonds you sink from it
Baby I do what I want, you slept on a brother you dumb little bitch (Yeah!)
Couldn't be patient the future awaiting for a second you was gonna be lit
Dancing to heaven my life is the shit, get diploma or be coppin' a brick
Clean money dirty money mindset mislead put in your pocket uh
Out of mind out of sight and soon you'll be out of your socket
I mean wassup you got some beef with the gang, do you really want to buck
Halo 3 COD guns in the battlefield so you better duck, aye aye
Mr. Drop Top fuck a hotbox natural high
In the skies, you kill it get dropped off
I get busy with cities who with me we pop off
She touch my glizzy I'm grabbing them bitties she lock jaw ahh

And that's facts
And that's facts
And that's facts
And that's facts
And that's facts
And that's facts
And that's facts
"W O O D $" it's the kid you know who it is uh
"W O O D $" it's the kid you know who it is uh