Songtext zu 'Million Dollar Dreams' von Kirko Bangz

Young nigger with a mind of his own
He the man of the house but he 15 years old
Gotta play a nigger out but he ain't got nowhere to go
Hanging with the old heads cause they tell him he can roll
They don't see him as a man they see him as little bro
He don't see them as his friends he see them as big bros
So whatever they tell him, he adores for show
He doing dirty never do cause daddy was home
To see it's nothing [?] got a son tripping out
He don't even wanna come home with all these niggers now
He embarrassed but it's buried in his soul
When they wonder why he snapping all the time slamming doors
Calling his sister a hoe, she tells him listen [?]
Moma thinkin' cause she [?] loving no more
Say I never asked for the life he shows
I hope I get a little piece around here when I go

Go to sleep have a million dollar dreams
That's something you can't take away from me
Go to sleep have a million dollar dreams
That's something you can't take away from me
You can't take away from me,

Yeah, he getting' older, mind getting' bolder
He divising them plans so his pockets get swoll up
Gun holder, never need a holster,
He don't shoot for fun, he don't ever need a poster
Call his home boys up and tell them that it's over
Them niggers in [?] for the last time, rolling
On his enemies, for this winner cheese
And they tell need a gun but he put it in his jeans
Young soldier, about to grow up
Knowing that he should throw the gun when the cops show up
But he got pride shit, too much pride to take it [?] pocket
And now pop shit, and he popped one, popped 2,
And pop again whenever the cops came through
Next thing you know, he was sitting in the cell
Eyes closed, saying this shit to himself

Go to sleep have a million dollar dreams
That's something you can't take away from me
Go to sleep have a million dollar dreams
That's something you can't take away from me
You can't take away from me,

When he was locked, the whole fam tried to talk to him
Told people he was [?]
They went to visit, he ain't even come out for them
Never wrote them back, and they never got a call from him
And after that they would feeling sorry for them
Cause mama was a wishful thinker so she bought a car for him
She would cry every day pray to god she thinking it's so [?] gun that he pulled
She can't blame herself, he don't blame himself
He blames her for keeping him from his famous self
He figured that he would be playing for the Bulls
Vacation with the fam on a beach playing pool
A year later his mama was at the store
When a drunk man came and gunned her to the floor
She died instantly like it was meant to be
And home boy was getting out the pen 10 in a week
Yeah, see we all got million dollar dream
For that, we tend to forget about the people who love us the most
You know what I'm saying?
Can't forget your fam, can't forget your friends on the road to glory
Cause it's easiest guy put them in your life, they could be gone.