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Protect Ya Dreams Video (MV)




Performed By: Rese 52
Language: English
Length: 2:52
Written by: Tyrese Fisher




Rese 52 - Protect Ya Dreams Lyrics




I couldn't decide if I wanted to go steep tech or the mountain jacket
And the Remy don't be solving nothing but the bad habits
Clean cut nigga, fairytale, or you all on the fabric
Hotter than Nana's living room with the sofa plastic

I'm like A.I. be really sitting here talking about practice
Like Rese don't go and put 25 up on the average
Don't try and play me with the unintelligent tactics
Like I wasn't the number one draft pick

Like I don't go and tell my youngins it's a brighter way to stack it
Like it's real easy to have your name put in the past tense
You lack it
I make a move, & see it through

We keep the motion running smooth
And don't compare me to them dudes
They live they life to get approved
We all trying to find a way

Just know this shit don't stay the same
And we don't even check the score
I just ran it up some more
Trash ass niggas with the voice of the big ticket

Lil' bruh I'm gifted
But you know I treat this shit like a chip and not a scrimmage
I can't fall in line with the times cause this shit ain't realistic
I'm front line on a hundred so I ran that munyun up like I was Emmett

And when you choose the integrity over the riches
You make the spirit very more uplifting
But even with that you still make sure you go and get it
And don't let nobody play with your dimes

I'm only saying it cause I wouldn't have a motherf*cking play with mine
Even saying you'll get it back within due time
And we don't have to talk about the Clips and Smithens
Even though mine are legalized I still don't go around and rant my business

But that be the difference
Don't speak the moves and watch it turn into existence
And protect your dreams at all costs cause 90% of the world false living
And that's just wicked in so many ways

Why would I show my hand to a chick that wouldn't give me the time of the day
When we was back up in 8th grade
But my mistake and I was never changing my ways
And all I ever did was just pray for the better days

And then the time came
You
You
You

You
You
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I couldn't decide if I wanted to go steep tech or the mountain jacket
And the Remy don't be solving nothing but the bad habits
Clean cut nigga, fairytale, or you all on the fabric
Hotter than Nana's living room with the sofa plastic

I'm like A.I. be really sitting here talking about practice
Like Rese don't go and put 25 up on the average
Don't try and play me with the unintelligent tactics
Like I wasn't the number one draft pick

Like I don't go and tell my youngins it's a brighter way to stack it
Like it's real easy to have your name put in the past tense
You lack it
I make a move, & see it through

We keep the motion running smooth
And don't compare me to them dudes
They live they life to get approved
We all trying to find a way

Just know this shit don't stay the same
And we don't even check the score
I just ran it up some more
Trash ass niggas with the voice of the big ticket

Lil' bruh I'm gifted
But you know I treat this shit like a chip and not a scrimmage
I can't fall in line with the times cause this shit ain't realistic
I'm front line on a hundred so I ran that munyun up like I was Emmett

And when you choose the integrity over the riches
You make the spirit very more uplifting
But even with that you still make sure you go and get it
And don't let nobody play with your dimes

I'm only saying it cause I wouldn't have a motherf*cking play with mine
Even saying you'll get it back within due time
And we don't have to talk about the Clips and Smithens
Even though mine are legalized I still don't go around and rant my business

But that be the difference
Don't speak the moves and watch it turn into existence
And protect your dreams at all costs cause 90% of the world false living
And that's just wicked in so many ways

Why would I show my hand to a chick that wouldn't give me the time of the day
When we was back up in 8th grade
But my mistake and I was never changing my ways
And all I ever did was just pray for the better days

And then the time came
You
You
You

You
You
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Tyrese Fisher
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