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[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah
Oh, no, hold on, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I was just rollin’ the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh
I fucked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
I ain’t give no fuck, I got fresh from the shit on the side
I pray to God I die in my sleep
I pray my deaf brother don’t run into the police
‘Cause you tellin’ him to put his hands up, he can’t hear
Ain’t goin’ for deceased
These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don’t it?
Come here, gon’ tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni
Spent all my tour money on the ring
Told ’em, "Go ‘head, get everything they fuckin’ see," yeah
I grew my shit like I’m Mad Dog
I got a white and a black dog
I swear now that he’s on Adderall
Look in my face, I’m on Adderall
Shawty more P than a Madden ball
Suck on that cat, I’m the baddest, dawg
This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Yeah gon’ pop a bean, join me
Fairfax, we shoppin’ spree, on me
Hundred thousand dollars and mixin’ leans, on me
You better not have to OD on me, ayy
Let’s go to people town
Put somethin’ in your account, bae
Now you don’t need me around, yeah
She want me to play and I ain’t with it
Yeah, gon’ gon’ ring around
Sing to her like Sean Garrett
I know my woes ready (my woes)
Tell me your card info (card info)
She don’t got ego
Loosen up her backbones (her backbones)
Bendin’ her hardwood floors (woah)
Pussy wonderful (wonderful)
Uh, I came from rags to riches (woah)
She don’t got time to clash with bitches
She buyin’ bags for bitches
I’m ’bout to spazz, just listen
I don’t finish last, I win it, huh (win)
I beat that cat like Nitti, yeah
I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy
I throw a flag on these bitches, ayy
I wrapped up the last of these bitches
Foreign tags and American
Bring me a milli’, I’ll marry her, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My dream just started workin’
Come ride with me and it’ll be gifts and curses
I see you… drinkin’ syrup, I see you workin
I see you…
I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it
Real pimp, no jabroni, I’m not gon’ sit on it
Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me
Got a whole lot of M’s on me, ya dig? Hey
Whole lot of M’s on me, hey
Big body Benz on me, hey
Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey
Bless you sneeze on me, hey
Lamborghini luxury (luxury)
Lamborghini merch on me (merch)
Lamborghini Merci’, Merci’
Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a
Lamborghini wife with me, hey
Lamborghini price increased, hey
Ayy, 400 bitches (hey) way I live (that’s the way I live, hey)
You just said free my bro (hey) now he back on in the Pen (hey)
You ain’t ever cracked a seal (hey) then you got a deal
Pour that Actavis

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 3: Trouble]
It wasn’t like you had my back, no (no)
Homie you not have a whole spine
Didn’t ever wanna admit to the fact
That your baby boy was contemplatin’ dyin’
In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin’
Dream don’t compare to what I done seen (yeah)
They tried to kill me for nothin’ (lived though)
Tell her yeah she got it bussin’ (brrt)
Think about everybody else
I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)
Only blamma to the left (damn) I’m up in the booth by myself
Never came for the fame, no (no)
I’m the same nigga, the same goals (same one)
Niggas hatin’ for these lame hoes
Put that pussy on me, she been tamed though (pussy)

[Verse 4: Shad da God]
Actavis got me dreamin’, Martin Luther (What you say?)
Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie (they lucky, wow)
Boo right here sittin’ with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee
And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry
Bitch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me (shoot, shoot)
Screamin’ that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser (woo)
You juugin’, you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual (bankroll)
They chasin’ the belt, I’m goin’ so fast it look like they’re in neutral (skrrt)
I was havin’ some lean
She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen
Put that bitch on a bean (hollup)
She steady dreamin’ ’bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings
Yeah I’m smokin’ a bag and killed that cat like curiosity
All night I buy some rings and swear by me
Cut

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah
Oh, no, hold on, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I was just rollin’ the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh
I fucked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
I ain’t give no fuck, I got fresh from the shit on the side
I pray to God I die in my sleep
I pray my deaf brother don’t run into the police
‘Cause you tellin’ him to put his hands up, he can’t hear
Ain’t goin’ for deceased
These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don’t it?
Come here, gon’ tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni
Spent all my tour money on the ring
Told ’em, "Go ‘head, get everything they fuckin’ see," yeah
I grew my shit like I’m Mad Dog
I got a white and a black dog
I swear now that he’s on Adderall
Look in my face, I’m on Adderall
Shawty more P than a Madden ball
Suck on that cat, I’m the baddest, dawg
This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Yeah gon’ pop a bean, join me
Fairfax, we shoppin’ spree, on me
Hundred thousand dollars and mixin’ leans, on me
You better not have to OD on me, ayy
Let’s go to people town
Put somethin’ in your account, bae
Now you don’t need me around, yeah
She want me to play and I ain’t with it
Yeah, gon’ gon’ ring around
Sing to her like Sean Garrett
I know my woes ready (my woes)
Tell me your card info (card info)
She don’t got ego
Loosen up her backbones (her backbones)
Bendin’ her hardwood floors (woah)
Pussy wonderful (wonderful)
Uh, I came from rags to riches (woah)
She don’t got time to clash with bitches
She buyin’ bags for bitches
I’m ’bout to spazz, just listen
I don’t finish last, I win it, huh (win)
I beat that cat like Nitti, yeah
I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy
I throw a flag on these bitches, ayy
I wrapped up the last of these bitches
Foreign tags and American
Bring me a milli’, I’ll marry her, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My dream just started workin’
Come ride with me and it’ll be gifts and curses
I see you… drinkin’ syrup, I see you workin
I see you…
I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it
Real pimp, no jabroni, I’m not gon’ sit on it
Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me
Got a whole lot of M’s on me, ya dig? Hey
Whole lot of M’s on me, hey
Big body Benz on me, hey
Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey
Bless you sneeze on me, hey
Lamborghini luxury (luxury)
Lamborghini merch on me (merch)
Lamborghini Merci’, Merci’
Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a
Lamborghini wife with me, hey
Lamborghini price increased, hey
Ayy, 400 bitches (hey) way I live (that’s the way I live, hey)
You just said free my bro (hey) now he back on in the Pen (hey)
You ain’t ever cracked a seal (hey) then you got a deal
Pour that Actavis

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 3: Trouble]
It wasn’t like you had my back, no (no)
Homie you not have a whole spine
Didn’t ever wanna admit to the fact
That your baby boy was contemplatin’ dyin’
In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin’
Dream don’t compare to what I done seen (yeah)
They tried to kill me for nothin’ (lived though)
Tell her yeah she got it bussin’ (brrt)
Think about everybody else
I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)
Only blamma to the left (damn) I’m up in the booth by myself
Never came for the fame, no (no)
I’m the same nigga, the same goals (same one)
Niggas hatin’ for these lame hoes
Put that pussy on me, she been tamed though (pussy)

[Verse 4: Shad da God]
Actavis got me dreamin’, Martin Luther (What you say?)
Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie (they lucky, wow)
Boo right here sittin’ with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee
And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry
Bitch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me (shoot, shoot)
Screamin’ that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser (woo)
You juugin’, you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual (bankroll)
They chasin’ the belt, I’m goin’ so fast it look like they’re in neutral (skrrt)
I was havin’ some lean
She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen
Put that bitch on a bean (hollup)
She steady dreamin’ ’bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings
Yeah I’m smokin’ a bag and killed that cat like curiosity
All night I buy some rings and swear by me
Cut

[Verse]
I been thinking centuries
In twenty years will these niggas mention me?
I’m all in your odds
Don’t know many times I’ve played these cards
Just keep your guard and disregard facades
Tunnel vision has brought me this far
Hennessy guzzling, lies have been muzzling
Fuck was I, yo
Holding grudges, I should let these bygones be bygones
If I’m on then I’m gone, and my dawns can flourish in peace
Snakes will never be stand up
I had to switch up my stanzas, was money motivated
Ironically, no apologies
I thought it would be wiser to speak the truth
I’m tired of struggling, I’m tired of making excuses
If you want change then make a change, don’t get lost in the ‘clusive
That shit ain’t conducive of forward thinking
Too many blacks is dying
Too many cops acquitted
My skin is a splitting image of fear and misunderstanding
I feel like my mistakes done cost some chances
But fuck that shit, at least I caught some glances
I can smell it, stronger than fakeness around the corner
Gotta be bigger than self, don’t ask [me out if] you want ta
Don’t say I never warned ya
Music was all I had, I turned away the world to find myself
You know I hate to brag, but fuck your legacy
I followed no recipe, this is my shit
Rather build from the bottom then stand behind of your cockpit
Use my talents to better humanity
How long will I be a slave to desires and vanity
I search for the man in me
Responsibility for my passion
I pray that my talents be used by the law for more action
Can’t leave this world with nothing but judgment of acts reenacted and form emotion
What have you done to make my land a better place though?
Nigga case closed, since my father I don’t carry on with
Refusing offers from seat and sponsors
You so accomplished, you so above
All this nonsense, self-righteous
Come and write this sense of, higher purpose to ruin past creative felt like this, mmm
Amazing grace, you face mistakes, my pen escape, then wake your soul and witness how long it actually tends to take
I pressed the breaks so many times, I might as well be a mom
I move in silence but nothing actually climbs
Don’t lose your soul, nigga
Don’t ever lose your purpose when it’s told, nigga
Be aware of those who never wanna fold with you but go with you, when more figures, go swole picture
These cold niggas invest in my whole liver
Fuck them toxins, My brother surrounded by oxytocins
Told him I’d whip his ass if I found him around them problems
Drug culture, used to glorify the sellers
But now we users, open abusers, destroying ourselves
Avoiding thy hell, or preach your head off
I’m feeling best off when I’m open and private
Fuck all that silence, what constitutes the root of suicide?
I know some niggas who cried
Came to my side, nothing but tears in their eyes
Like "I wish my homie heard your music", he’d probably survive
Chills down my spine and what I’m concerned with
Spotify plays and how to make amends with niggas I give two fucks about so I can route how to maximize this clout
I owe y’all apologies
See, I been making music for the wrong reasons
I think my vanity’s catching up with my sense of being
I think my lust for status is tragic, imagine
Ain’t spoke to friends in like seven months [?] for this passion
Fuck all that reenacting, I’m more concerned with memes than taking action
Then getting public with strangers, and hating or acting
A slave to these boxes while suffocating through all this madness
I cannot suffer, I have a voice that needs more extracting
I’ma do everything in my power to watch the masses
I’ma get…

[Intro]
I got dreams of livin’ lavish
In the kitchen whippin’ magic
I got dreams of livin’ lavish
In the kitchen whippin’ magic
Bad bitches, bad habits

[Bridges]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway, young Penny Hardaway

[Verse 1]
Young Penny Hardaway, in the skillet whippin’ magic
Bad bitches, bad habits, yeah, that money gotta have it
I used to dream of livin’ lavish, now a nigga livin’ lavish
Buy a foreign whip to what’s fastest, if I ain’t eatin’ then I’m fastin
Fat as fuck, bought a coupe just to see if I can fit in it
That didn’t work so I gave it to one of my bitches
I should’ve just bought a Bentley, guess what I did?
Woke the next day went and bought a Bentley, for who?
Me and my kids
I took the harder way, didn’t know how to sell crack I was givin’ that hard away
So fucked up I had to borrow a plate that shit took my heart away but I been through harder days
Fuck that I was just in New York, in a Hummer, lookin for Charlamagne respect

[Chorus]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Pouring liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday
Young Penny Hardaway, hardaway
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the hardaway
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway, young Penny Hardaway

[Verse 2]
I’m number 1 like young Penny, I used to shop JC Penny
Now I go fuck up in Lenox, spend a few hundreds on Penny’s
Every since I can remember since elementary all I wanted was millions
I used to steal from my grandmama change draw just to flex on them lil bitty bitches I be up
I stayed out after the street light, these niggas ain’t bout that street life
My block was hot before Lil Wayne was Tunechi I ain’t even kiss my baby g-night
Before Tity Boi, had turned to 2 Chainz I had a duffle bag with a few thangs
Before I rode with Gucci in the Mulsanne, run with ghostface killahs Wu Tang

[Hook]
I took a harder way, didn’t know how to sell crack I was givin’ that hard away
If I fucked up had to borrow a play that shit took my heart away but I been through harder days, fuck that I was just on Rex Road with the hard, before this hardaway
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the hardaway
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Pouring liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday
Young Penny Hardaway, hardaway
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway, young Penny Hardaway

[Intro]
Uh man
Oh this what we doing?
Ight bet, I got, i got to get cocky on this one
I got to get a lil barky on this one
You heard
Uh uh

[Verse]
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Car came with a slut in it
Then I made the bitch cum in it
Double cup in it, no lean, just a red punch
With the rum in it
Silky on, fresh white tee, with the contructs on
Thugging it
The block hot, so i’m tucking it
Glizzy came with a drum in it
Treat my Nina like my old hoes
Start acting up and I’m dumping it
I don’t really play the scenes
Like Amd, I’m in the cup with it
Louis bag with the hundreds in it
Caught a million in it, I had to stuff it in it
Wake and bake in the oven with it
If it ain’t skunking, I ain’t fucking with it
White cars with the black rims
With the insides, peanut butter in it
Still gutter with it, still red colors with it
Still blood for my brother with it
Benz truck, put my mother in it
These checks keep on repeating
My bank account got a studder in it
Bitch nigga i’m eating
Treat the pussy like a Plummer nigga
Put my plunger in it, she screaming
Kicking hoes out the hotel, like a punter wit it
They scheming
Not stupid or a sucker nigga, hoes want to come up nigga
I peep it
Young nigga from the concrete
Now I’m seeing palm trees
Try and get a double r on my car keys and on my car seats
Pocket full of parsley
Glock in arm reach, can’t harm me
Mix the jungle juice with the jamba juice
Now I’m feeling saucy
Feeling like the old me, can’t hold me
In the hood, still moving dolly
If you ain’t gang gang, can’t bro me
Can’t say you love me, got to show me
She said it’s hard to communicate
Cuz I only send emojis
I don’t show no emotions
Can’t let you know me
Swag dripping nosebleed
Gave away my rollies
They was getting old to me
I know that was bold of me
Niggas ain’t as cold as me
Shorty got her a whole nigga
But she in the club poking me
Tryna get a hold of me
I should take her in the bathroom
But that would be the hoe in me
Ass looking like a baboon
Man fuck it bring the hoe with me
Covered with tattoos
It compliment the polo tees
If them haters got a attitude
Hit em with the shoulder lean
Millie rocking through the bad vibes
Time is money, and if it ain’t about the money
I don’t have time
That slow me down the last time damn
So I made that the last time
Now it’s stack rack time uh
Prolly been a wavy nigga
Like back back in my past time
All these funny looking niggas rapping
And they ain’t really saying shit
And I won’t say I hate this shit
I just won’t play this shit
Still the queen out the Brook
My crown still fit me right
Still in the streets like a CitiBike
Still posted like a city light
Had to get my pennies right
Had to change my diet up
Just to get me right
I remember plenty nights, living that Henny life
Never did me right
Now it’s more life plenty life
Can’t settle down, got a busy life
I already know what that kitty like
I’m just tryna see what that Bently like
Cut a lot of niggas off
I bet they talking about me
Fuck what you thinking
Fuck what you thought about me
Better off without me
I’m better off with less than more around me
Fake nigga walk around me
Never had security, no cops
Never had the law around me
Prolly me and three niggas
I just got to keep killing
Getting wins out of losses
Got to keep Meek Milling
We living we billing
Fat blunts, weed spilling
I invested in the weed business
Cuz I’m just tryna see millions
In the stew cooking up cooking up
Had to put my feet in it
When life threw me lemons
I made lemon squeeze with it
No I don’t need women
I don’t know how to keep women
I think I’m a good nigga
But I guess they see different
Can’t get a girl pregnant
So I made my pockets pregnant
Money calling 9/11
Got seven figures but I can’t stop at seven
Nah man got to get it
King gwop till I die
Still get the gwop in heaven
Cuz me and god we connecting
And we got a great connection
Praying with my pistol on me
But that’s just for my protection
Hennessy was my obsession
Just to get through my depression
That was kinda my confessions
We need more spitters
Less funny looking niggas
That’s just my suggestion