Still Dreaming Songtext / Lyric

Some people really, some people really

Some people really are

Still dreaming

They are still dreaming



He pulled up at 6: 30 in his 745

As he wavin' his shorty high

You know he showin' his bling out

She got in the car, he drove, he pulled his thing out



His girl call, feelin' she mad, she threw the ring out

How she found out, she dreamt the whole thing out

Y'all be goin' through problems you gotta work the kinks out

When you go to sleep, what do you think 'bout?



If y'all get a divorce she gon' take everything except the kitchen sink out

Make it so cold that you gotta pull ya mink out

Or grab ya roller skates and turn a roller rink out

You now back up in the club, in the club, tryna min-gle



Meanwhile, she out, doin' the same thing now

Nightmares from your dream gal make ya scream out






Some people really, some people really

Some people really are

Still dreaming

They are still dreaming



Some people really, some people really

Some people really are

Still dreaming



How you a man waitin' for the next man to get rich?

Yo' plan is to stick out yo' hand real quick

So if he feed ya family and he serve you shit

Then he need that head you get and he deserve your bitch



Since you wishin' cash fall from the sky all ya life

Dwellin' on the past when you was alright

When you was gettin' cash but wasn't too bright

Now ya luck down you feel like, bustin' them shells



Nobody owe you, can't do nothin' for self

Want niggaz to show you, how to come up wit' green

I scheme since I'm fourteens, what the fuck was your dream?

Rental cars, little broads, sayin' you was seen



Wit' little niggaz wit' a chain you was doin' ya thing

How high was I? You the thousandth guy

That came around thinkin' we can see, eye to eye

We on a different echelon, coulda got bread together

Now you gets deaded on



Some people really, some people really

Some people really are

Still dreaming

They are still dreaming



Some people really, some people really

Some people really are



She had several cars, she had credit cards, a castle

Large master bathroom, gettin' a pedicure

Belaney by the glassful, said she been meanin' to ask who

Would need a cash rule, who could blast tools



And I'm eatin' cashews, knew she was bad news

But we mad cool, nothin' sexual 'cause I knew her since high school

Grew up wit' my dudes, like one of my crews

She worked for Fox News



One of her man's that she lent her drop to

Won't come back wit' it so she want him clapped in it

Says it's important that it looks like an accident

She was snortin' and her eyes had bags in it



Sheets was recordin had a wire, askin' shit

Four days before I came by she got bagged wit' bricks

Crossed the line from her world of news castin'

To a world of entrapment, a good girl gone bad, still dreamin'



Some people really, some people really

Some people really are

Still dreaming

They are still dreaming



They are still dreaming

They are still dreaming

They are still dreaming

They are still dreaming