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KING LOS FT. RAHEEM DEVAUGHN : Nightmares Of Being Broke lyrics

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KING LOS FT. RAHEEM DEVAUGHN lyrics : "Nightmares Of Being Broke"

[Into: Raheem DeVaughn]
Radio Raheem DeVaughn

Church on the move
I see my name

[Verse 1: Los]
I'm from a city where they stretch weight

So you know I flex on GP
My Rolex like a gold crest on BB's
Swag like a goose with the nice fur neck

Some all white Charles Barkley's with the Iceberg sweats
^!$$%, peep the way I swerve I'm from the era of the hustlas
These hustlas just making errors, don't compare us to these bustas

^!$$%s is playing scurred, that's word to my mother
My ^!$$%s was throwin' birds back when Bird had a jumper
It's rare what I been through, when ^!$$%s wanna rob you

(*##$es wanna $#&@ you, and fans wanna clip you
Dip through my hood with the roof back
Just to show these kids that they could make it and that's true fact

^!$$%s screamin' welfare, God is screamin' farewell
Huggin' corners til we huggin' momma from a jail cell
They'll tell us anything so we won't $#&@ing get it

I told my city I would bring us back and I did it
Ya (*##$

[Hook: Los & Raheem DeVaughn]
I represent for those light years from seeing hope (light years from seeing hope)
It feel good when you right there to feed your folk (right there to feed your folk)

Whether Harvard or making off with a key of [email protected]%!e (making off with a key of [email protected]%!e)
This for my ^!$$%s with nightmares of being broke (this for my ^!$$%s.. broke)
Nightmares of being broke

This for my ^!$$%s with nightmares of being broke (this for my ^!$$%s.. broke)
Nightmares of being broke
This for my ^!$$%s with nightmares of being broke (this for my ^!$$%s with nightmares of being broke)

[Verse 2: Los]
Every shape on it fashion, got my passion from the struggle

Cashing out dodging ^!$$%s clashing with my hustle
Masking with the muscle, past six years dog
Had a slow climb back from a six year fall

Like a six year crawl but dig this here dog
This year I make enough to take six years off
Raised on the block where the fiends came for the coca

So driven you would think my dreams came with a chauffeur
Riding, tell em I'm stomping in through the door
A Baltimore ^!$$% grinding in constant pursuit of more

I wish that I was raised with some odds that you could ignore
Just stay rich at heart or no one will sponsor you though poor
Times, stuck in my mind

Often got distracted but I stuck with my grind
Wassup with my shine, I just need a little bit of sun
Til them hating ^!$$%s suck a dick, middle finger



[Verse 3: Raheem DeVaughn]
I hustle like, 40 days

Like, 40 nights
Like, 40 stages
Like, 40 mics

We call that touching our dreams for sure
I can never get comfortable, I dream for more
This is Jordan in the playoffs, LeBron with a ring

The overthrowing of the kingdom, becoming of a king
I went from soldier to lieutenant to general
Get you a day job ^!$$% and crown me now

My persona's tabernacle like goldie
Better than a city than with a hood that won't know me
So this gon be for every sucka ^!$$% that owe me

Wherever ya are
Whoever ya are
Cause I remember my broke and hungry nights

^!$$%s killing and trapping and rolling dice
Snitches snitching til homies was given life
And now we toast with that Ciroc to dreams of paradise


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