Yeah, off-top nigga, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, damn
And, bitch, don't check me, bitch, check the air quality
Numbers, yeah
Dysons and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Five hundred dollar fans and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
That shit somethin' slight though, ya mean?
Run that

I was born in ninety-one, product of the dope game
Fifties, Camaros, Cuts when we swang
Crack game, you don't even know the half
The stress, livin' life so fast
I'm dreamin' (I'm dreamin')
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one
I'm dreamin' (I'm dreamin')
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one

Have you ever been so fly bitches see?
They wanna come and choose on a P
Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin')
Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin')

Yeah, ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one

If they pull a nigga over I might take another L
I ain't really been the same since they killed my nigga Lil'
Ridin' with a ghost, .40 'case shit get real
No phone, no Twitter, no 'Gram, just feel
Posted in the trap, tellin' niggas, "Eat the D" (eat the D)
Call of duty on me, niggas not robbin' me
Left wrist on lottery, got cottage cheese (numbers)
I'm on win mode, bitch, there's no stoppin' me
Gas up the motherfuckin' whip, now I'm scrapin'
Coolin', movin', smokin' like Jamaican
She shakin', dick so good, got her cravin'
Remind me of this lil' bitch I had named Megan
What's happenin'? Put the P aside, now I'm mackin'
Stackin', yes, Lord, 'nother hundred thousand
It's feelin' like a dream when I'm countin' up these band aids
I coulda got a job, but instead I chose the fast lane

Have you ever been so fly bitches see?
They wanna come and choose on a P
Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin')
Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin')

It was a clear afternoon, the bitch wasn't cattin' (good job bitch)
We're on to the next, just me and my hammer (strapped)
I don't want no drama but I gotta stay ready
Bought the lil' bitch some fish and spaghetti
Met a bitch named (don't say it), met her in the town
Took her to the crib and killed it on the couch
Why you niggas always stressin' 'bout a punk rock bitch
When your kids ain't even got no clothes that'll fit
What's happenin'?

Have you ever been so fly bitches see?
They wanna come and choose on a P
Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin')
Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin')

I was born in ninety-one, product of the dope game
Fifties, Camaros, Cuts when we swang
Crack game, you don't even know the half
The stress, livin' life so fast
I'm dreamin' (I'm dreamin')
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one
I'm dreamin' (I'm dreamin')
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one

Now, nigga, when you see me hop out this motherfuckin' thang
With them bustthaniels on they gon' be talkin', nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
Eight hundred a shoe, bitch
Numbers

Copyright: WORLD SOUND PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Larry Eugene Hicks