(D-Rock, D-Rock)

I let the jewelry hit the sun and let shit bling
I see a nigga having fun like I was 16
I can't believe it's really happening, it was just dreams
I can't believe it's really happening, it was just dreams
I let the jewelry hit the sun and let shit bling
I see a nigga having fun like I was 16
I can't believe it's really happening, it was just dreams
I can't believe it's really happening, it was just dreams

I remember I was young with them hoop dreams
I remember hittin' licks when I was 15
Now I'm on the road, catchin' flights at 16
Now a nigga gettin' money, what the fuck you mean?
What the fuck you mean?
Used to walk to school, now I hop out a Sprinter
Got that heater on me, in the fall, in the winter
I'm the king of the jungle, got me feelin' like I'm Simba
Choppa make 'em get low like a nigga doin' limbo
Remember rainy days and stormy nights
Now I'm gettin' paid, I'm shining like a light
My diamonds lemonade with a lot of ice
And if that bitch play with me, he gon' pay that price

I let the jewelry hit the sun and let the shit bling
I see a nigga having fun like I was 16
I can't believe it's really happening, it was just dreams
I can't believe it's really happening, it was just dreams
I let the jewelry hit the sun and let shit bling
I see a nigga having fun like I was 16
I can't believe it's really happening, it was just dreams
I can't believe it's really happening, it was just dreams

(Rich Gang)
16 and I'm on the cape (I'm on the cape)
18 caught my first body (Caught my first body)
Me and my round niggas stayed in the shallows
We was thuggin' out with no guidance (With no guidance)
Flipped the script, got a new whip (Got a new whip)
My old head gave me my first brick (My first brick)
Line 'em up and we split that shit (And we split that shit)
Gave him the lick and I took the hit (And I took the hit)
I gave him money but it came with fame (It came with fame)
Accept the struggle, no pain no gain
Run it up, nigga remain the same (Remain the same)
We got the money, nigga stuntin' on planes

I let the jewelry hit the sun and let shit bling
I see a nigga having fun like I was 16
I can't believe it's really happening, it was just dreams
I can't believe it's really happening, it was just dreams
I let the jewelry hit the sun and let shit bling
I see a nigga having fun like I was 16
I can't believe it's really happening, it was just dreams
I can't believe it's really happening, it was just dreams

(Rich Gang)
(D-D-D-Rock, D-Rock, D-Rock)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bryan Christopher Williams, Bryson Potts, Terius Gray