Rhiness - Got a Dream Lyrics

Slatt
Yeah yeah puh
Slatt oh
I can fly with no highest sky
Got the weed in my bag and they laughing at me
They say Rhiness you ain't gonna make it, got no hidden talent
You leaving the past with nothing
Grab this bitch by the waist, f*cking her face
Putting my kids on her face
How the f*ck am I supposed to win the race if I ain't got no track to put on my name
I got a dream
Martin Luther king
I got a dream
Hop in the lambo skirt on my team
I got a dream
Flexin these bitches four hundred a bag
I got a dream
F*cking these bitches I wish that I can
I want the dummy bag blue on the strip
Have enough hundred to sit on my dick
Only use ones to wipe of my shit
Give it to haters that throwing a fit
Acting funny but you joking around
You the royal fool I sit with my crown
Bitches looking at me like I'm their king
We can f*ck but I ain't promising ring
Be on my bling bling
I got the chain ring
Mixing the team me
Who acting fiends we
My pocket is filled weight
My feature was built yee
Made more than a mill dream
My face on a bill yee
Yeah puh Slatt
I can fly with no highest sky
Got the weed in my bag and they laughing at me
They say Rhiness you ain't gonna make it, got no hidden talent
You leaving the past with nothing
Grab this bitch by the waist, f*cking her face
Putting my kids on her face
How the f*ck am I supposed to win the race if I ain't got no track to put on my name
I got a dream
Martin Luther king
I got a dream
Hop in the lambo skirt on my team
I got a dream
Flexin these bitches four hundred a bag
I got a dream
F*cking these bitches I wish that I can