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Dream Video (MV)




Performed By: Zay Szn
Language: English
Length: 1:58
Written by: Isaiah Ferguson
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Zay Szn - Dream Lyrics




Like Martin, I had a dream that we could make it out
Brody had just brought the bag in it was a great amount
They love the net, the critics trollin, making fake accounts
FDF, we got this shit on lock, it ain't no way around

Damn, hold up, let me check the bank account

I heard you checked your bank account and had the same amount
And OTM we stand on biz, so what the hate about
If a bar ain't speaking to my heart, I gotta take it out

I heard you tried to get a start, but you won't make it out

And y'all could never be like us, so I'ma talk bout it
OTM we bringing too much bands, we had to all count it
Or we could stack it all together, make a tall mountain

And once I run up six figures, I'm finna call houses
You can't really keep up with my stats, cause I'm a ball countless
Had to make a new bill for us, we bringing all thousands
Wasn't confident, and threw your wishes in a small fountain

I always checked in with the fam and now they all proudest

I had to find a better way, my momma prouder now
Brody lost, he playing with that shhh, she said put the powder down
I put it on every time that I walk out the house

And if the bread ain't looking right, I'm finna count it out
Said you was my mans when you was at, when I was down and out
And I stay up in the north, but get my income from around the south
Getting checks, distribute with my brothers, gotta round it out

She like what she see, she spending back just like a roundabout
Shawty seen the gang and threw it back, she tried to round it out
We was young, he thought he was that man, and now he clowning out
Knew he wasn't solid, brody fake, he just around for clout

Yeah, they want the clout from us, we got them all chasing
I swear I really got a plan, and we gon' all make it
Me and Marc was steady making songs, alright (ahhh shit)
I said me and Marc was steady making songs up in a small basement

Like Martin, I had a dream that we could make it out
Brody had just brought the bag in it was a great amount
They love the net, the critics trolling, making fake accounts
FDF, we got this shit on lock, it ain't no way around

Damn, hold up, let me check the bank account
I heard you checked your bank account and had the same amount
And OTM, we stand on biz, so what the hate about
If a bar ain't speaking to my heart, I gotta take it out
I heard you tried to get a start, but you won't make it out

OTM shit
OTM shit, stamped it
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English

Like Martin, I had a dream that we could make it out
Brody had just brought the bag in it was a great amount
They love the net, the critics trollin, making fake accounts
FDF, we got this shit on lock, it ain't no way around

Damn, hold up, let me check the bank account

I heard you checked your bank account and had the same amount
And OTM we stand on biz, so what the hate about
If a bar ain't speaking to my heart, I gotta take it out

I heard you tried to get a start, but you won't make it out

And y'all could never be like us, so I'ma talk bout it
OTM we bringing too much bands, we had to all count it
Or we could stack it all together, make a tall mountain

And once I run up six figures, I'm finna call houses
You can't really keep up with my stats, cause I'm a ball countless
Had to make a new bill for us, we bringing all thousands
Wasn't confident, and threw your wishes in a small fountain

I always checked in with the fam and now they all proudest

I had to find a better way, my momma prouder now
Brody lost, he playing with that shhh, she said put the powder down
I put it on every time that I walk out the house

And if the bread ain't looking right, I'm finna count it out
Said you was my mans when you was at, when I was down and out
And I stay up in the north, but get my income from around the south
Getting checks, distribute with my brothers, gotta round it out

She like what she see, she spending back just like a roundabout
Shawty seen the gang and threw it back, she tried to round it out
We was young, he thought he was that man, and now he clowning out
Knew he wasn't solid, brody fake, he just around for clout

Yeah, they want the clout from us, we got them all chasing
I swear I really got a plan, and we gon' all make it
Me and Marc was steady making songs, alright (ahhh shit)
I said me and Marc was steady making songs up in a small basement

Like Martin, I had a dream that we could make it out
Brody had just brought the bag in it was a great amount
They love the net, the critics trolling, making fake accounts
FDF, we got this shit on lock, it ain't no way around

Damn, hold up, let me check the bank account
I heard you checked your bank account and had the same amount
And OTM, we stand on biz, so what the hate about
If a bar ain't speaking to my heart, I gotta take it out
I heard you tried to get a start, but you won't make it out

OTM shit
OTM shit, stamped it
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Writer: Isaiah Ferguson
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