My mind just lingers on the finer things in life
The wealth is really nice but he fame is not suffice
Id probably get a crucifix and glisten it with ice
The attention it'll draw will probably blind a couple eyes
These girls are grimy, tryna feed me all their lies
The things these woman do for a taste at paradise
Dinner and some wine under scented candlelight
When they so quick to f*ck it makes me lose my appetite
This shit is crazy but not far from the truth
This that elegant music, that you play on a cruise
Boy we never gon' lose
Bunch of n*gg*s in suits
Generational wealth, this shit engrained in our roots
You better speak it to life, till that prophecy true
Till you've got that Bentley Coupe
A couple cribs up in Cancun
There is nothing you cannot do, if you just apply your mind
This life a marathon, if you work you'll be on time
4-4 ima dip
Tryna hit me a lick
Tryna get me a bag
Tryna chase all the cash
Ima run up a cheque
Ima buy a patek
Ima beat on my chest
I dont f*ck with rest
N* ggas looking suppressed
Boy i feed off the stress
You wanna talk about rep?
Boy I'll come at your neck
Wethu - Dreamers Paradise Lyrics
Wethu - Dreamers Paradise Lyrics
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My mind just lingers on the finer things in life
The wealth is really nice but he fame is not suffice
Id probably get a crucifix and glisten it with ice
The attention it'll draw will probably blind a couple eyes
These girls are grimy, tryna feed me all their lies
The things these woman do for a taste at paradise
Dinner and some wine under scented candlelight
When they so quick to f*ck it makes me lose my appetite
This shit is crazy but not far from the truth
This that elegant music, that you play on a cruise
Boy we never gon' lose
Bunch of n*gg*s in suits
Generational wealth, this shit engrained in our roots
You better speak it to life, till that prophecy true
Till you've got that Bentley Coupe
A couple cribs up in Cancun
There is nothing you cannot do, if you just apply your mind
This life a marathon, if you work you'll be on time
4-4 ima dip
Tryna hit me a lick
Tryna get me a bag
Tryna chase all the cash
Ima run up a cheque
Ima buy a patek
Ima beat on my chest
I dont f*ck with rest
N* ggas looking suppressed
Boy i feed off the stress
You wanna talk about rep?
Boy I'll come at your neck
The wealth is really nice but he fame is not suffice
Id probably get a crucifix and glisten it with ice
The attention it'll draw will probably blind a couple eyes
These girls are grimy, tryna feed me all their lies
The things these woman do for a taste at paradise
Dinner and some wine under scented candlelight
When they so quick to f*ck it makes me lose my appetite
This shit is crazy but not far from the truth
This that elegant music, that you play on a cruise
Boy we never gon' lose
Bunch of n*gg*s in suits
Generational wealth, this shit engrained in our roots
You better speak it to life, till that prophecy true
Till you've got that Bentley Coupe
A couple cribs up in Cancun
There is nothing you cannot do, if you just apply your mind
This life a marathon, if you work you'll be on time
4-4 ima dip
Tryna hit me a lick
Tryna get me a bag
Tryna chase all the cash
Ima run up a cheque
Ima buy a patek
Ima beat on my chest
I dont f*ck with rest
N* ggas looking suppressed
Boy i feed off the stress
You wanna talk about rep?
Boy I'll come at your neck
Writer: Mawethu Momoti
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid