Rylo Rodriguez - Dreaming Lyrics

(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

'Member being broke, talking four dollars
'Member standing in the cell for four hours
I ain't reminiscing, I'm just tryna get the feeling back
'Cause yesterday we just took cold showers
I wonder if hearing got visiting hours
For my demons in hell, wish I could bring 'em cold water
Some niggas in jail who was in the streets got rich off cutting dope
They went broke, started cutting hair, they turned to barbers

Nigga ratted on his own man so he grewed up to play with him
He snitched, thought shit would go away like a roommate, it stayed with him
What's the bro code? Talking 'bout hoes
Feed your main bitch, feelings all fair
Catch your neck, pallbearers
Kill a nigga, streets call you back
Go to jail, now they can't call you back
Where we from, a lot of you niggas 12, yeah, without the badge
They'll give you a hundred shots in 12, that's why I do that
That's red, white and blue, I ain't talking 'bout troops
Talking gang flags
Load up this thot ho from the hood, yeah, she got bad kids
Said she ain't selling pussy no more since she got her ass did
Hoping that a rich nigga come cuff her and buy a new Benz
I'm tryna grab your hair, why you sad I didn't buy a new whip
Ex bitch love me, I done blowed up
Saying picture me like this, I should've posed for her
Watch them young niggas go for sticking stores up
Still leaving out they cell picking stores up
Bustdown on my wrist, I got 'em watching
They gon' lose count if they tryna count my pockets
He got caught with a lot of shit, why he ain't make it passed the doctor
Been f*cking on a vegan, that ho got me thinking broccoli
She got me thinking lettuce, but I still be getting cake
Pull up, I can't meet you 'cause I got too much at stake
And she be wanting to leave me but she got so much to rake
I put niggas on my back even though it's twenty times my weight

Lately, I been ghetto dreaming
Ghetto dreaming, ghetto dreaming, yeah
I been thanking million dollar sponsors that go commercial
Go get me a mansion in the hood, can't go commercial

I love you like I love myself with me, can't no one hurt you
Ain't pick up a pencil in some years, ain't wrote them verses
Thinking 'bout the future, tell my dawg he need investment money
But we see niggas we don't like in the club and go to burning hundreds
Said the bottle girl don't bring no bottles
Just some fire exstinguishers
Pay the niggas that hold the booths to hold my size
And hope that she remember (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
If we pull up in the Hellcat, hope the law forgive us
I know niggas who got elbowed just like Conor McGregor
Project baby tired of working, he tryna pull his head up
Made three niggas robbed his job
While he was on the schedule (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
All you niggas entitled to your own opinions, yeah
I can't stress about what they think 'bout me, period
She can't sit in my lil' period, lil' ho, these Amiris
Can't be with them lil' boys, I don't even take 'em serious
Almost made my mama cry when I didn't graduate
But look ma, I get paid now to walk 'cross the stage
My dawg on his third strike, I pray he walk 'cross his base, yeah
Designer tapered but I ain't talking space

'Member being broke, talking four dollars
'Member standing in the cell for four hours
I ain't reminiscing, I'm just tryna get the feeling back
'Cause yesterday we just took cold showers
I wonder if hearing got visiting hours
For my demons in hell, wish I could bring 'em cold water
Some niggas in jail who was in the streets got rich off cutting dope
They went broke, started cutting hair, they turned to barbers

Lately, I been ghetto dreaming
Ghetto dreaming, ghetto dreaming, yeah
I been thanking million dollar sponsors that go commercial
Go get me a mansion in the hood, can't go commercial
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)