Plug Dreams - Sy Ari Da Kid

You know my young nigga, he a hustler

Type of hustler that make another nigga rich

Ain’t nothing wrong about that

Young nigga I love him, he a G, fuck with him

That’s a G only

But I always been the type of nigga take a hustler and make all the hustlers

rich

They all be rich

Put my life on that

Really fuck with both of them

I tell a nigga if he bout money, go get it

Fuck what they talkin bout

You heard me?

Get the money, make a nigga respect it

You been leesing for a long time, might never own shit

You been selling dope your whole life, and you ain’t ever sold a brick

Young nigga doing fed time for some shit he told a bitch

Nigga say he beefing, but if nobody die, it ain’t over with

Ain’t no running off from the plug, slumped in the mud

Keep a gun tucked for the scrubs

It go bang bang, hit 'em up

Nigga, fuck love pretty much

They’ll fuck him up in the club

Nigga cuttin off with the

Nigga bloodshedding with the blood

Gotta hustle up, nigga run

Gotta double up with the funds

Play tough, nigga you’re done

Stay up, nigga here it comes

He got work, what you want?

Do your worst, don’t be dumb

It the first of the month

You know the world

Running, running

You know my niggas don’t play bout that money

One hundred

They dream about plug money

They dream, they dream, they dream

over blood money everyday

Killers all around, they ready for it

Ran off with a pack, petty for it

We brothers, so we gotta eat together

I’m sorry baby, we can’t be together

I’m sorry, but he crossed the line

Imma burn a nigga everytime

Sippin on Activis, I’m on that trappin shit

I’m on that vacume seeling and pack that shit

She want a boss, she don’t lower her standards

I aingt giving no answers

Diamonds dancing on me like a stripper

Diamonds dancing like they working the flames

I was selling

Never once was I ever afraid

I’m tryna go get cheeper prices, nigga

I’m in the talking to the source

I’m in the seas

She tryna satisfy a nigga needs

She not getting things, but she down on her knees

Everything I got, I got for trees

Before I touched the money, I sold the piece

Before I did a show, I sold a piece

You know the world

Running, running

You know my niggas don’t play bout that money

One hundred

They dream about plug money

They dream, they dream, they dream

over blood money everyday

Young boy

Always been the type to post up

Strap up

Front line up

Head first

Teach a young nigga how to go get it

Come back with it

Keep tossing and flipping

Clear a little bit, we gon ball hard

We ain’t got time for bullshit

Small talk when we out in these trentches

Grinding for it

Got the life on it

Time on it

Money on it

Got no different

Nigga ain’t nothing sweet

BRR