Dollar & A Dream Lyrics - Come Up Mixtape - J. Cole

For all my ville niggas mExplainan 

All my Carolina niggas man, (lights off and shit) 

All my real niggas, no matter where you come from 

A dolla and a dream, thats all a nigga got 

So if its about that cream, then I'm all up in the spot 

I was raised in the F-A-Y/why a nigga never gave me nothing? 

Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, that's life 

And trust me I'm living, look what a nigga made out 

The shit that I was given, look what a nigga came out 

Momma sewing patches on my holes 

Man, our hoes couldn't put this flame out 

Straight up, I got my back against the brick wall 

I'm from a world where niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistols 

You pass through, you better pray them bullets missed y'all 

I thank the Lord, He let a nigga make it this far 

A lot niggas don't, a lot of moms weep 

I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me 

You never know when a nigga might try to harm me 

Rest In Peace that nigga John Lee, I pour liquor, homie 

It's foul, but yo the world keeps spinning 

Gotta keep winning, get up off this cheap linen 

Nigga I'mma eat, even if it means sinning 

Niggas want beef, I'mma sink my teeth in 'em 

Pause, I go harder, I am all about a dollar 

You niggas street smart? I'm a motherfucking scholar 

So trust me, I ain't stopping 'til my money is long 

So much dough, them hoes will think I'm rocking money cologne 

Have a model at the crib waiting, "Honey, I'm home." 

Cooking greens for a nigga, give 'em plenty, a dome 

It's funny, we dream about money so much its like we almost got it 

Until we reach up in our pockets, its time to face reality 

The ville is a trap nigga now 

And if you ain't focused you gonna be here for awhile, yeah 

My nigga Mike rolling with me, riding shotgun 

Type a nigga know about every car, but don't got one 

That's hunger, no wonder niggas fucking with the evils 

Posted on the corner, selling crack like its legal 

But who am I to judge how a nigga get his paper? 

This money coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up 

I guess I gotta wake up these niggas myself 

An E&J sipper, but my shit is top shelf 

Young J, the rawest shit you niggas ever heard of 

A journalist nigga, call me the Fayetteville Observer 

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You know the routine, man 

Fayettnam 

Real niggas can relate 

And Ville niggas can relate, man 

My niggas know about the struggle, man 

What you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, nigga? 

I had the light blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh shit 

I was in like first grade man, I swear 

It was like the Sixes came out, the Jordan Sixes 

Them shit was so fly man, I wanted them so bad 

Darryl what up man? 

My nigga Darryl had them shits on in class yo 

I wanted that shit soooo bad 

I begged my mom for that shit, you know 

But she couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me 

Got me some Reeboks black tops, ahaha 

But that was all good tho, cuz uh 

The year after that I had, I had some, some no name shits 

Some all black shits, haha 

Them shits had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you know? 

But you know back then niggas didn't 

Niggas ain't even know he was broke man, no worries and shit 

But uh, times have changed man, I got bills 

My mom is in debt, what you know about that? 

College loans and shit, nigga 

Gotta get this money, ma 

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