J. Cole - Dollar & A Dream Lyrics

Yeah, uh
This for all my Ville niggas, man
All my Carolina niggas, man (the lights off and shit)
All my real niggas, no matter where you come from and shit, you know?
We gon' call this shit right here, "A Dolla And A Dream" (yeah)

A dollar and a dream, that's all a nigga got, so (yeah)
If it's about that cream, then I'm all up in the spot
I was raised in the F-A-Y, a nigga never gave me nothing
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, that's life
And trust me I'm living
Look what a nigga made out the shit that I was given
Look what a nigga came out (yeah)
Momma sewing patches on my holes
Man, a hose couldn't put this flame out, straight up
I got my back against the brick wall (yeah)
I'm from a world where niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistols
You pass through, you better pray them bullets miss y'all
I thank the Lord, He let a nigga make it this far
A lot niggas don't, a lot of moms weep (yeah)
I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me
You never know when a nigga might try to harm me
Rest in peace that nigga John Lee, I pour liquor, homie
It's foul, but, yo, the world keeps spinning
Gotta keep winning, get up off this cheap linen
Nigga, I'ma eat, even if it means sinning
Niggas want beef, I'ma sink my teeth in 'em
Pause, I go harder (yeah), I am all about a dollar (yeah)
You niggas street smart? I'm a motherfucking scholar
So trust me, I ain't stopping 'til my money is long (yeah)
So much dough, them hoes will think I'm rocking money cologne
Have a model at the crib waiting, honey, I'm home
Cooking greens for a nigga, give him plenty of dome
It's funny, we dream about money so much it's like we almost got it
Until we reach up in our pockets (damn)
It's time to face reality (yeah), the Ville is a trap nigga now
And if you ain't focused you gon' be here for a while, yeah
My nigga Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun
Type a nigga know 'bout every car, but don't got one
That's hunger, no wonder niggas fucking with the evils
Posted on the corner, selling crack like it's legal
But who am I to judge how a nigga get his paper? (Yup)
This money coming soon, dawg, I'm tryna get my cake up
I guess I gotta wake up these niggas myself (uh-huh)
An E&J sipper, but my shit is top shelf
Young J (uh), the rawest shit you niggas ever heard of (yeah)
A journalist nigga, call me the Fayetteville Observer (uh, yeah)

Yeah
You know the routine, man
Fayettnam
Real niggas can relate
And Ville niggas can relate, man
My niggas know about the struggle, man
What you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, nigga?
I had the, I had the, the light blue jeans with the green patches
Oh shit
I was in, like
I was in, like first grade man, I swear
And it was like the 6s came out, the Jordan 6s
Oh, them shits was so fire, man, I wanted 'em so bad
Darryl what up man?
My nigga Darryl had them shits on in class, yo
I wanted them shits so bad
I begged my mom for them shits, but you know
She couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me
She got me some Reeboks Blacktops
But that was all good though, 'cause, uh
The year after that I had, I had some, some no name shits
Some all black shits
Them shits had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you know?
But you know back then niggas didn't
Niggas ain't even know we was broke, man, no worries and shit
But, uh, times have changed, man, a nigga got bills
And my mom is in debt, nigga, what you know about that?
College loans and shit, nigga
Gotta get this money, man

Shout out the whole BSE
My nigga, Slime Boog
DJ Sunkist, the don Drew Cartier
Dre Bless, my nigga DJ Baby Drew
Freeze, I see you