Bleached dreams brodie tired of popping Percocet's
Bleached dreams bro Im tired of trying it ain't working yet
Big dreams they say that I'll blow but I ain't earned it yet
Six rings I feel like I'm Jordan dunk above the net
Tied in you hear my pain but you don't hear my struggle
Slimed in won't slime my niggas out like I was Gunna
Focused on myself I'm trying to stay out of the drama
Bro I gotta make it for them tears cried from my mama
I know I'ma make it that's the reason why they hating on me
Act like you a gangsta five years you gotta take it homie
Once I get the rock I swear a nigga ain't gonna take it from me
Eighteen now but just a year ago couldn't fake it homie
Withdrawals tryna wash the drugs out of my system
Bleached heart my shit turn the good to bad like venom
Deep scars but I still got the Glock inside my denims
See my goals they looking close to me then Imma get em
Brodie tryna put the cup down but he still leaning on it
Seen a nigga all up in yo phone but I ain't see me on it
Empty promises you telling lies about the guys you with
Broken heart and big Brodie the drugs what I disguise it with
People knocking me for smoking weed but Bro I tried quit
Sometimes really hate the fact that I even done tried this shit
ADHD killing me but Brodie swear I'm tryna sit
I don't fuck with lean cause brodie died so I wont take a sip
I won't buy a bottle of that wock but I'm gon' buy a zip
Bleached dreams listen to the tape you ain't even got to skip
Brodie sipping shit with Cough syrup but he ain't got a scrip
I just want the blues don't give me 20s I am not a crip
Niggas tryna put one in my head but I am not a blic
Nigga saying that I won't shoot em back but I am not a bitch
Glocky with a beam right on the front this bitch it got a switch
Bleached dreams I ain't rapping screaming shit with a violent pitch
Nights I couldn't sleep and days that I ain't wanna wake up
Time is limited I don't got time so I can't waste none
So high off a lot that I can't face none
The way I'm tripping out you would've swore I popped a perc I ain't take none
I gave these niggas love when they was down and had no one to call
What I envisioned for us nigga wasn't nothing that you saw
I tried to be the ticket for us all hit Broadway go and ball
But bruh like gravity what you put in the air all gonna fall
Hotbox the V burning my eyes I'm tryna see through all the fog
I was ten0 you was like 20 like them fucking Yeezy Pods
Grew up in section 8 mom said don't turn the TV on
The bills been running late this shit ain't fake this like my realest song