Dreamin Of The Past
Kanye West, Pusha T
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It's levels, it's layers so pray for the players, uh We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh I got plenty (I got plenty) It's so many, yeah (so many, yeah) They say gimme (they say gimme) He got plenty, yeah (yeah) Bruh, you niggas ain't flexin', you crampin' My weight keepin' niggas on the bikes like Amblin Weight loss, rent loss, scramblin' Now pass the champagne to the champion My niggas get money, get money, get money Like Ye samplin' Gun stutter, make the drumline like Grambling MGM gamblin', blew a small mansion Annoyed 'cause this bitch callin' Lanvin "Laen-ven" F*ck who you stampin', them niggas just stand-ins Not me, they censor and block me You hollerin', "Top five," I only see top me Award shows the only way you bitches can rob me It's levels, it's layers so pray for the players Clip 'em, baby, if he flinch at the price of Bottega, uh I got plenty (I got plenty) It's so many, yeah (so many, yeah) They say gimme (they say gimme) He got plenty, yeah (yeah) Bruh, you niggas ain't drip, you dryin' Kevlar in his Balenciaga jacket linin' You and your bitch income combinin' I'm sendin' Lorraine Schwartz diamond minin' Find 'em, I came up with Enzo drifters So you gots to understand there's a difference There's window stickers and window lickers You know the type, always tryna get in yo' picture I was tryna get the dope through, in yo' sister We won't baggin' up the work, wouldn't be no dishes Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no kisses Made a way for ourselves, we ain't need no wishes, ha It's levels, it's layers so pray for the players, uh We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh I got plenty (I got plenty) It's so many, yeah (so many, yeah) They say gimme (they say gimme) He got plenty, yeah (yeah) Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, just a better design Critics, "He's out of his mind" Haters, "He's out of his prime" Yet, always where the money's at like lottery signs Still I climb, Rockstar, Third Eye Blind I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be time No reward for the latter, so it gotta be mine Huff and puff in the club, then I gotta be Shyne Properties all across the board this monopoly's mine Became a minister in my prime so I gotta be Shyne I used to watch The Fresh Prince and pray the house'll be mine Could've bought it but I ain't like the way the kitchen designed Born in a manger, the son of a stranger When daddy's not home the family's in danger I got plenty (I got plenty) It's so many, yeah (so many, yeah) They say, "Gimme (they say gimme) He got plenty, yeah" (yeah)
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Written by: Terrence Thornton, Kanye West, John Lennon
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