Dave East & Harry Fraud – Dolla And A Dream Lyrics ft. Steven Young

Dave East and Harry Fraud Dolla And A Dream Lyrics, Dolla And A Dream Lyrics by Dave East and Harry Fraud

Born as kings, die as kings nigga

I got with Fraud, ain’t nothing fraudulent
Still hit the bar get bent
He produced it, I’m just talking shit
I had a dream we all got rich
Not a hating bone in my body, Gotti’, I order hits
Had to take a trip to the islands, find out my origin
We just trying to ball like a tournament, shine like an ornaments
I’m eating Cuban food in Miami, link with my Florida bitch
Healthy, we just trying to be wealthy, that mean you more than rich
Gangster catch a body in public, that way we all convinced (Shoot that)
If you solid, you ain’t gotta speak on it, it’s in your actions
With money came division, money broke us down to a fraction
This life don’t compare to me and my daughter out relaxing
At least he pulled up with some baggies, I’m stressing out trying to match him
Some shit never change, like you had a million dollar bill
Steel sharpens steel, spirits got around me, and I caught the chills
For real
Before we bagged it up, we let the fan dry it
My youngins trying to get it back in blood, they vampires
Me and my circle a bunch of sticks, this shit a campfire
Disrespect till niggas can’t find you buried with ants by you under dirt
That paper made him lazy he ain’t want to work
At close range, blood on his tee, put on another shirt
Nobody saw it

Life ain’t what it seems
From the dirt, for the niggas still clean
Hot and fresh on the scene
I be doin’ shit that niggas never seen (Never)
I be getting bitches that niggas only dream
I just want the money, peaches and the cream
I just want the money, ball with my team
We just some niggas that came from the concrete
Gotta have a dollar and a dream
And believe

Dollar, peace to the Gods, peace to the Earths
Let’s run the Universe, everything I been thru in a verse
Before my hearse, I want Ferrari horses
Cavalli hoodies or the lobster fours
The dope was raw that mean they gotta call us
Meyer Lansky, hide the dope in the rice in the pantry
Len Bias coke, drop dead right on the campus
Plug gave me my own work, now I can stamp it
Dust made em get naked, they started dancing
Harlem shaking in the lobby like a Diddy vid
I ain’t gotta fantasize, I talk my shit we really did
Of course can’t charge him as an adult, because he still a kid
Make his rubber burning before we build a bridge
I’m low, but I be in the mix
Scrambling, niggas lost their life due to gambling
That weed on the campus in Louisiana
Grambling, really wildin’
Talking bout them cells we was in and out of
Now the kicks are thousands, still get my lobster from City Island

Life ain’t what it seems
From the dirt, for the niggas still clean
Hot and fresh on the scene
I be doin’ shit that niggas never seen (Never)
I be getting bitches that niggas only dream
I just want the money, peaches and the cream
I just want the money, ball with my team
We just some niggas that came from the concrete
Gotta have a dollar and a dream
And believe

From the concrete nigga
Hoffa