Method Man - Lifestyles lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

I had a dream, I woke up full of sweat

And in that dream, I was standin on the devils steps

They gave my man forteen and he ain’t lose his breath

knowin the fact he didn’t do it ain’t removin stress

The crew was blessed, poppin bottles throw the late nights

Thoughts of Mama Joyce will take away the stage fright

Regret that ungrateful time and delayed flights

And since I’m loyal, my decisions kept the gang tight

I gain stripes, I give em up to get my brothers back

Rest in peace, you know we love you and you love us back

Dreams of a Rolls Royce, there ain’t enough of that

To tell my family that i got ‘em made me love the trap

I never slack, I got these reasons why I’m always strapped

I ain’t a trouble maker throw em but I’ll throw em back

I got the visions of a soldier with a real impact

Wakin up in a new Bugatti, now how real is that?

Mutherfucker

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I’m havin dreams of that Rolls Royce

When I wake up in a new Bugatti, tell my family I got em

Yea and I’m stuck in these closed walls, no ways out

Politics is polished to keep me at the bottom

I’ve been sufferin from dreams of that Rolls Royce

When I wake up in a new Bugatti, tell my family I got em

Yeah and I’m stuck in these closed walls, no ways out

Politics is polished to keep me at the bottom

(Verse)

Ok back to this fly shit

I’m that nigga they gettin high with

They hatin on Polo niggas could die

Quit you sidekicks, G-O-M-D I bet you know thow

Express already expressed that so here we go, ooh

Before that it was fall back and get clapped

I ain’t talkin no audience, I’m talkin more, you fuck around, get held by six

Get the pic? Photo shoot shit

Touchdown hoes claimin they bad, some neighborhood bust down

Been around snow points, from the club to my man joint

Clown niggas wrestle these bitches

I swear their so doink, you fuckers, I’m mister quicker picker upper

Put a bounty on your bitch cuz I’m quick to pick her up

On this plane, let Mary fuck her brain

It’s a shame, how every nigga with they own swag, still the same

You lames, pick a lane and drive straight

If you hungry, my nigga, get a snickers and why wait? It’s easy

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