Dreams Rarely Do Come True (feat. Mariah The Scientist)

I'm so apprehensive, think I know what's comin'

Think I know the difference between this and what I wanted

Thinkin' I'm submissive when I'm just succumbin'

Thinkin' that these are the makings of a perfect woman

Thinkin' that I know myself, I just know how it felt

Right before everything went numb

I feel like no one else like the sole one left

And my neck reads one of one

And I'm growin' complacent

Everybody's feelin' expectations

But everything just isn't worth complainin' about, baby

It's only your breath you're wastin'

'Cause everyone's impatient

No one even shows appreciation

And everyone around should know there's more to this life, baby

Mm, mm

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Racks, racks

Baby, racks

Yeah, baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You see me when I walk out on the clouds

I see a big hole, then I run into it, oh, yeah

Feelin' a lil' complacent, you know what I mean?

Aimin' at your love, who to be?

You say you ain't lovin' no one but me

I left you at the door, so I ain't got you a key

You won't be locked out, oh, woah

We had nothin' when we started

My friends fuck all my friends

My friends fuck all my friends

My friends don't want nothin' but twins

My friends fuck all my friends

My friends fuck all my friends

Tell me

If you love me right now

If you love me ever (If you love me ever)

If you love me forever (If you love me forever)

Tell me

Who gettin' the money? Spider, everybody I know

The Bent' got all curtains, the hours service

She almost make me feel like it was worth it

My bitch the boss, but she like small purses (Yeah)

You want a Bentley, one with no curtains (Woah)

You bad, shawty, but do not curve me

We can just vibe, but that's on point, I'm tryna have sex with you

I let her get a massage inside a Bentley coupe (Ayy)

Why would you come and try to finesse me

When I bought everything for two? (Ayy)

I was hittin' your friend, but I cut that off for you

Did it like a real nigga, solid, you ain't have a clue

Viral on the internet and now my baby mad

Actin' like I lost my player card and went out bad

We was talkin' 'bout somethin' serious and it just made me sad

Why would I cry over a bitch? I gave the gun up, police

You was supposed to call me back, but I'm glad that you didn't

I was turnt up and I got rich and messy

My homie girl cheated with my other homie and he blew his brains

I seen an opp, so you know me, I had to flex my chains

Told shawty that she ain't nothin' like my hoes, she lame

You said you dead and then you told

And then they took your stain (Woah)

She asked me am I still gangster? And I said, "Probably"

I told her, "Shawty, I'm Blac Kenan, I need me a Barbie" (Ayy)

Fast forward, they dressin' like me in 2012 (Ayy)

I can get you rich, boy, make sure you prevail

I come from dumb rich south, they'll kill you if you tell

You don't take care of your kids, but if you gangster, then you real

Flyin' out to Paris, the Benz is where we at

I'm piped up, so my hotel a residence

Huh, stamp the passport, out the country with it

Huh, serve your papa, R&B got all hits

Had enough of rockin' the black, I'm goin' rose kit

You got nothin' on your wrist, your arm, and on your necklace

Yeah, you steady complainin', but ain't fixed yet

Half a mil' for the Richard, but the right time on my Rolex

Playin' by rich nigga rules and we can kick it

Up a lot of M's, I promise you my kids straight

Oh, woah, woah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Dreams, they really do come true

Dreams, they really do come true

Dreams, they really do come true

Dreams, they really do come true