(Al Geno on the track)

I was havin' bad dreams
Way before the fame, way before the lean
Them youngins go cop .223s
And Jordans, until they matching
I turned them shackles to diamonds
I turned them shackles to diamonds

Yo' baby bang red like Santa Claus
'Cause he ain't used to gettin' up for Christmas
I went to sleep broke so many times
Now it's fifty racks in my pillow
I took every drug just to deal with it
But I'm still missin' my nigga
Sit at the house while I'm rollin' loud
Probably'll take a hundred guns to Coachella
Bet shawty come back when I cheat
'Cause she know the next nigga ain't realer
How you gon' come around tryna seek fame?
And I still can't hide these tears
Too much money bring attention, I be wishin' I was broke
The way a nigga livin', I just pray I make it old
Told Rylo, "Get that paper, we'll drop a mixtape later"
And go pack out arenas, the shit we used to dream of

(Ooh)
Two hundred thousand on my neck, boy, don't look wrong
(Ooh)
'Cause this that same shit a nigga lose they life for

They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates
They ain't never tell a nigga
They ain't never tell me I'd lose all my teammates
But I need one more strip

I was havin' bad dreams
Way before the fame, way before the lean
Them youngins go cop .223s
And Jordans, until they matching
I turned them shackles to diamonds
I turned them shackles to diamonds

They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates
They ain't never tell a nigga

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Writer(s): Davood Nadimi Boushehri, Gene Hixon, Kobe Crawford, Nick Seely