I had to dream it to make it out
Dream about M's in my bank account
Out of his boots had to shake em out
If he a goose then I hawk em down   
Fourth of July had to spark em out
Hitter named Rudy he chalk em out
You got cooties you coughing now
Hood of the yota it’s carbon now
All of my bitches is dead stock
30 on her let the lead pop
She addicted yeah she med pop
Flint stoned bed rock
Head tap
Blue black
Black flag
Matte black
You a duck
Aflac
Need a buck
That’s that
He want the smoke then I told him go get it
Bitch if I said it, I meant it, I lived it
I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it
These niggas move wocky
these bitches is wicked
We spinning and spinning ya block like a fidget
They say that we did, and we did, then we didn’t
Them crackers be trippin
I’m slapping a bigot (YEAH)
I’m smoking on jolly green giant you midgets
You niggas was never 10 toes you can’t kick
Way too much hair on my head for fitted
So all of that cap in your rap I ain’t with it
My niggas be stepping like Kappas and Sigmas
You niggas be running we run up the digits
My bitches is stunning they stunt on you bitches

I had a dream it to make it out
Dream about M's in my bank account
Boy I was lost had to make a route
I know niggas still trap out that vacant house
If my brother get locked we gon break em out
if my brother got beef we gon steak em out
Sesame Street Gotta make it count

If my brother got beef then i’m pulling up
With the blick and a ski with the hoodie up
Boy you know young Infini don’t give a fuck
Want the smoke then we dump out the woody guts
For that bread we done smoked him out his loafers
All this bread in my head it's like a Toaster
Sippin' Henny in the morning not mimosas
We gone put him in the ground just like a gopher
I'm living with Life
Seeing new heights
Fruits of my labor been growing em ripe
Drip like a pipe
Earning my stripes
Never was type to believe in the hype
Bitch i’m Rudy Tabootie when serving that white
Feds on my phone tryna tap my device
But I need the cake like a yodel
Receipt for the total to know that you paying the price
Bitch we grew up in the slummies slummies
Cold world nose runny runny
Breaking bread with our crumbies crumbies
Pray ya homie don’t get money hungry
If he jump let him bungee bungee
Leaving em lookin like a dead man
Teddy Bears on a dead end
From the gutter had to transcend

I had a dream it to make it out
Dream about M's in my bank account
Boy I was lost had to make a route
I know niggas still trap out that vacant house
If my brother get locked we gon break em out
if my brother got beef we gon steak em out
Sesame Street Gotta make it count (YEAH)