Nightmares Of Being Broke Lyrics - Los

[Into: Raheem DeVaughn] 

Los 

Radio Raheem DeVaughn 

Church on the move 

I see my name 

[Verse 1: Los] 

Yo 

I'm from a city where they stretch weight 

So you know I flex on GP 

My Rolex like a gold crest on BB's 

Swag like a goose with the nice fur neck 

Some all white Charles Barkley's with the Iceberg sweats 

Nigga, peep the way I swerve I'm from the era of the hustlas 

These hustlas just making errors, don't compare us to these bustas 

Niggas is playing scurred, that's word to my mother 

My niggas was throwin' birds back when Bird had a jumper 

It's rare what I been through, when niggas wanna rob you 

Bitches wanna fuck you, and fans wanna clip you 

Dip through my hood with the roof back 

Just to show these kids that they could make it and that's true fact 

Niggas screamin' welfare, God is screamin' farewell 

Huggin' corners til we huggin' momma from a jail cell 

They'll tell us anything so we won't fucking get it 

I told my city I would bring us back and I did it 

Ya bitch 

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[Hook: Los & Raheem DeVaughn] 

I represent for those light years from seeing hope (light years from seeing hope) 

It feel good when you right there to feed your folk (right there to feed your folk) 

Whether Harvard or making off with a key of coke (making off with a key of coke) 

This for my niggas with nightmares of being broke (this for my niggas. broke) 

Nightmares of being broke 

This for my niggas with nightmares of being broke (this for my niggas. broke) 

Nightmares of being broke 

This for my niggas with nightmares of being broke (this for my niggas with nightmares of being broke) 

[Verse 2: Los] 

Every shape on it fashion, got my passion from the struggle 

Cashing out dodging niggas clashing with my hustle 

Masking with the muscle, past six years dog 

Had a slow climb back from a six year fall 

Like a six year crawl but dig this here dog 

This year I make enough to take six years off 

Raised on the block where the fiends came for the coca 

So driven you would think my dreams came with a chauffeur 

Riding, tell em I'm stomping in through the door 

A Baltimore nigga grinding in constant pursuit of more 

I wish that I was raised with some odds that you could ignore 

Just stay rich at heart or no one will sponsor you though poor 

Times, stuck in my mind 

Often got distracted but I stuck with my grind 

Wassup with my shine, I just need a little bit of sun 

Til them hating niggas suck a dick, middle finger 

One 

Photos 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Raheem DeVaughn] 

I hustle like, 40 days 

Like, 40 nights 

Like, 40 stages 

Like, 40 mics 

We call that touching our dreams for sure 

I can never get comfortable, I dream for more 

This is Jordan in the playoffs, LeBron with a ring 

The overthrowing of the kingdom, becoming of a king 

I went from soldier to lieutenant to general 

Get you a day job nigga and crown me now 

My persona's tabernacle like goldie 

Better than a city than with a hood that won't know me 

So this gon be for every sucka nigga that owe me 

Wherever ya are 

Whoever ya are 

Cause I remember my broke and hungry nights 

Niggas killing and trapping and rolling dice 

Snitches snitching til homies was given life 

And now we toast with that Ciroc to dreams of paradise 

Yeah 

[Hook]