"Dx I Still Dream?" lyrics
Fhoo, fhoo, fhoo (fhoo)
Fhoo, fhoo, fhoo (fhoo)
To- to- told you stand that, tha, you, you stand tat
Yeah, yeah
Die motherfucker, what you want? (Want, ayy)
Sick of hearing all that shit you talk (Ayy, yuh)
I've been down, now I'm up like a motherfucker (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
I don't need no recognition, take him to the deep end Scar gon' watch you suffer (Ooh)
In my bag that's why my patience thin
Leather mask, it fits the state I'm in
Living fast, I'm maintaining it
I can't crash, I'm on my wavy shit
Run it back, fuck an advance
Don't want a chance, it's still all black
Run it back, fuck an advance
Don't want a chance, it's still all black
Loose lips might tell
Everything these niggas seeing
Do shit so well
Got you talking like you mean it
New plans for sale
Take my old style, I don't need it
Ghost ride never fail
Skull face, fire breathing
Scar gon' lose his head and send himself off to the gutter
Uh
Rock fedoras, feel like Freddy Krueger, I'm still haunting 'em
Only show my eyes and that shit made me get my butter up
Villain in disguise once they find ya they gone fuck you up
Bitch go find your feet
Killing shit fast on me
Black on black ain't cheap, uh
Nigga go get your P's up
Too much time watching me, uh
Throwing shit out these speakers
Heavy hard sounds cause grief
Ass fat, she's a keeper
Get yourself out of the hole
Explaining yourself is so useless
The wrap on my hand makes you choke
Don't make me pull up and do it
In my bag that's why my patience thin
Leather mask, it fits the state I'm in
Living fast, I'm maintaining it
I can't crash, I'm on my wavy shit
Run it back, fuck an advance
Don't want a chance, it's still all black
Run it back, fuck an advance
Don't want a chance, it's still all black
Die motherfucker, what you want? (Want, ayy)
Sick of hearing all that shit you talk (Ayy, yuh)
I've been down, now I'm up like a motherfucker (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
I don't need no recognition, take him to the deep end Scar gon' watch you suffer
I'm telling you they can't get in here
And I'm telling you those things turned over our car!
Fhoo, fhoo, fhoo (fhoo)
To- to- told you stand that, tha, you, you stand tat
Yeah, yeah
Die motherfucker, what you want? (Want, ayy)
Sick of hearing all that shit you talk (Ayy, yuh)
I've been down, now I'm up like a motherfucker (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
I don't need no recognition, take him to the deep end Scar gon' watch you suffer (Ooh)
In my bag that's why my patience thin
Leather mask, it fits the state I'm in
Living fast, I'm maintaining it
I can't crash, I'm on my wavy shit
Run it back, fuck an advance
Don't want a chance, it's still all black
Run it back, fuck an advance
Don't want a chance, it's still all black
Loose lips might tell
Everything these niggas seeing
Do shit so well
Got you talking like you mean it
New plans for sale
Take my old style, I don't need it
Ghost ride never fail
Skull face, fire breathing
Scar gon' lose his head and send himself off to the gutter
Uh
Rock fedoras, feel like Freddy Krueger, I'm still haunting 'em
Only show my eyes and that shit made me get my butter up
Villain in disguise once they find ya they gone fuck you up
Bitch go find your feet
Killing shit fast on me
Black on black ain't cheap, uh
Nigga go get your P's up
Too much time watching me, uh
Throwing shit out these speakers
Heavy hard sounds cause grief
Ass fat, she's a keeper
Get yourself out of the hole
Explaining yourself is so useless
The wrap on my hand makes you choke
Don't make me pull up and do it
In my bag that's why my patience thin
Leather mask, it fits the state I'm in
Living fast, I'm maintaining it
I can't crash, I'm on my wavy shit
Run it back, fuck an advance
Don't want a chance, it's still all black
Run it back, fuck an advance
Don't want a chance, it's still all black
Die motherfucker, what you want? (Want, ayy)
Sick of hearing all that shit you talk (Ayy, yuh)
I've been down, now I'm up like a motherfucker (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
I don't need no recognition, take him to the deep end Scar gon' watch you suffer
I'm telling you they can't get in here
And I'm telling you those things turned over our car!
Writer(s): Marius Listhrop, Joseph Harris
