Jet Life

Jet Life - Still Dreamin lyrics

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(Intro: Hoodlum)

How many of the general's foot soldiers got to die

Before you see that they playin' you just

Like I'm playin' that raggedy-ass piano?

Dutch got niggers working for him

We kill them, and it all work out so we all just killin' each other

Any nigga fool enough to work for the Dutchman deserve to die

How you sound!

You think innocent people deserve to die?

Tyrone?

My Mary?

(Verse)

Ain't too many niggas live long as me

Ain't strong as me in these ? streets

I'm the definition of a real OG

I'm talkin' on these streets, stayin' on these beats

I saw a lotta niggas come and go

Some passed away, some faded out

Yeah, I represent them streets hard

But I thank God that I made it out

I'm the last of a dyin' breed

As far as I can see, I'm cut from a different cloth

With a tail as money cuz I smell like money

I guess that's why I got a different walk

No half steppin', big daddy Kane

I ball hard, Lebron and Jay

Muthafuckas don't have no clue about me

They don't know how far I came

When the feds were after me, I was with Master P

Fugitive on the run

When the record man go, I was in the projects

Walkin' round with my gun

The streets made me, music saved me

This rap shit gave me a different set

So now I'm on the scene, smokin' green

(Hook)

Livin' my dream, I ain't woke up yet

Livin' my dream, I ain't woke up yet

(Verse 2)

I'mma show these niggas how to do this boy

A lot of you niggas are clueless, boy

My OGs bump my old shit

All my YG's bump my new shit boy

Music low but my weed loud

Engine roaring like I herd the cows

So I'mma do a few doughnuts

And let them tights smoke like black and mouth(?)

I'm your favorite rapper's favorite rapper

OG been around like 20 years

And when it come to this street shit

It is no secret that I run this here

Years later and a few months after

I'm still more relevant than you rappers

I don't give a fuck about what you sow

You lil niggas betta keep up with what you owe

One time for my real niggas

No time for the fake niggas

One time for the D-Boys

I got love, cuz I can relate, nigga

I see no evil, pay no debt

Home boys all in my projects

I see no evil, pay no debt

Home boys all in my projects

(Hook)

Livin' my dream, I ain't woke up yet

Livin' my dream, I ain't woke up yet

Livin' my dream, I ain't woke up yet

Livin' my dream, I ain't woke up yet

Livin' my dream, I ain't woke up yet

(Outro)

I wish I never gave you that motherfuckin' gun!

Ooh, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have cussed!

You need to go home

You drunk on that King Kong

You drunk on yourself

Illinois, don't let me raise up and come over there

And put my hands on you, hear?

That's how you talk to me now? Huh?

You talking to me...

I done told you!

Take yo' drunk ass home!

All right, then

I'm gonna do what you say

No! Illinois a good soldier!

Always do what General Bumpy say!

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