Chris Morris - Youngin With a Dream lyrics

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Good mornin'! Wake the fuck up!

Broke nigga finna rhyming till my stomach hurt

Never had a drier, used the line to dry my shirt

Mamma went to work, I used to sneak some hoes in

Then call my friends up and tell then who I'm hitting

It's always one nigga asking who they that friends

Nigga put me on, they be hitting like ten

I'll ride you, and buy too, all the honey came through

Then we gon'go high than a nerd's IQ.

And so I crossed the planet like a bird's eye view

Thumping on Biggie on my mom's drag room

Reciting all these rhymes till I got 'em all right

Had a dream sequence like, had a minute just to write

Shit, when I got my mike it was smth that I like

Fell in love with hip-hop, came to focus on my life

Realize, my friends would never trap a lie

With a couple of balls that they saying that this nigga hot!

I told niggas, man, it's gon'be a bright summer

Real, real, real bright summer

I don't even know, winter?

What time? February, though

Aye, yo, we started with a rhyme, yo

Snotty ass knows, yo

No shoes, tryna make a dollar off a rhyme, yo

Struggling, with high lows, so I make waffles

Just to show the niggas you ain't fucking with my life shit

Kick it like a high kick, better than your favorite rapper mind trick

And I'm just getting started, check the time, bitch

You e on the sideline, acting like high rich

And I be in the lime night, draped on the high shit

That's it, used to wait in line just to pause shit

Started wait my pitch, that's the line, shit

That's gorgeous, but feeling on my (???)

Sick around and bite, I need be cautious.