It was 5th grade, heights floating like a grenade, maturity still like bean plant, learning new
Things that I never see that, throwing the instruments, now student of excellence, rolling
To high school, I need a good influence, I'm like a testament to guide me through this
School
I don't wanna end up a fool, but I still wanna be cool, don't wanna be stool, a lot of my
Friends will step on, hit the pep on, lose my grip, yeah, I need to make a name for myself
A legacy now, I'm out of that rent, new college, some dragons all the way, that place makes
My motherf*cking day, it makes my goddamn bank, but I hope my music makes it poor, gonna
Pay keep bank, got my face looking mean, straight up dank, my g-d for the dead of fame, I move
Over to Minneapolis in the rich estates, got my own license plates, never ever been an
Inmate, I never feel about the way I drift that whip, I'll cook it like a grill, custom
Body kit, on that 240x, rocket bunny, no spoiler, no need for a pocket pussy, I'm the boss
Put em in a boiler, yeah, no drugs, I ain't no thug, I'm just a man living his dream
BTD-War3agle - Dreamin Lyrics
BTD-War3agle - Dreamin Lyrics
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It was 5th grade, heights floating like a grenade, maturity still like bean plant, learning new
Things that I never see that, throwing the instruments, now student of excellence, rolling
To high school, I need a good influence, I'm like a testament to guide me through this
School
I don't wanna end up a fool, but I still wanna be cool, don't wanna be stool, a lot of my
Friends will step on, hit the pep on, lose my grip, yeah, I need to make a name for myself
A legacy now, I'm out of that rent, new college, some dragons all the way, that place makes
My motherf*cking day, it makes my goddamn bank, but I hope my music makes it poor, gonna
Pay keep bank, got my face looking mean, straight up dank, my g-d for the dead of fame, I move
Over to Minneapolis in the rich estates, got my own license plates, never ever been an
Inmate, I never feel about the way I drift that whip, I'll cook it like a grill, custom
Body kit, on that 240x, rocket bunny, no spoiler, no need for a pocket pussy, I'm the boss
Put em in a boiler, yeah, no drugs, I ain't no thug, I'm just a man living his dream
Things that I never see that, throwing the instruments, now student of excellence, rolling
To high school, I need a good influence, I'm like a testament to guide me through this
School
I don't wanna end up a fool, but I still wanna be cool, don't wanna be stool, a lot of my
Friends will step on, hit the pep on, lose my grip, yeah, I need to make a name for myself
A legacy now, I'm out of that rent, new college, some dragons all the way, that place makes
My motherf*cking day, it makes my goddamn bank, but I hope my music makes it poor, gonna
Pay keep bank, got my face looking mean, straight up dank, my g-d for the dead of fame, I move
Over to Minneapolis in the rich estates, got my own license plates, never ever been an
Inmate, I never feel about the way I drift that whip, I'll cook it like a grill, custom
Body kit, on that 240x, rocket bunny, no spoiler, no need for a pocket pussy, I'm the boss
Put em in a boiler, yeah, no drugs, I ain't no thug, I'm just a man living his dream
Writer: WarEagle Krueger
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