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Pusha T – Dreamin Of The Past Lyrics

Dreamin Of The Past Lyrics by Pusha T (feat. Kanye West)
 

(I was dreamin’ of the past)
It’s levels, it’s layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollow the walls in back of bodegas, uh

I got plenty, it’s so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme,” he got plenty, yeah

Bruh, you n***** ain’t flexin’, you crampin’
My weight keepin’ n***** on the bikes like Amblin
Weight loss, rent loss, scramblin’
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My n***** get money, get money, get money
Like Ye samplin’
Gun stutta, make the drumline like Grambling
MGM gamblin’, blew a small mansion
Annoyed ’cause this bitch callin’ Lanvin Laen-ven
Fuck who you stampin’, them n***** just stand-ins
Not me, they censor and block me
You hollerin’ top five, I only see top me
Award shows the only way you bitches can rob me

It’s levels, it’s layers, so pray for the players
Clip ’em, baby, if he flinch at the price of Bottega, uh

I got plenty, it’s so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme,” he got plenty, yeah

Bruh, you n***** ain’t drip, you dryin’
Kevlar in his Balenciaga jacket linin’
You and your bitch income combinin’
I’m sendin’ Lorraine Schwartz diamond minin’
Find ’em, I came up with Enzo drifters
So you gots to understand there’s a difference
There’s window stickers and window lickers
You know the type, always tryna get in yo’ picture
I was tryna get the dope through, in yo’ sister
We won baggin’ up the work, wouldn’t be no dishes
Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no kisses
Made a way for ourselves, we ain’t need no wishes

It’s levels, it’s layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollow the walls in back of bodegas, uh

I got plenty, it’s so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme,” he got plenty, yeah

Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time
Didn’t have to reinvent the wheel, just a better design
Critics: he’s out of his mind
Haters: he’s out of his prime
Yet, always where the money’s at like lottery signs
Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind
I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be time
No reward for the latter, so it gotta be mine
Huff and puff in the club, then I gotta be shine

Properties all across the board, this monopoly’s mine
Became a minister in my prime, so I gotta be shine
I used to watch the Fresh Prince and pray the house would be mine
Could have bought it but I ain’t like the way the kitchen designed
Born in the manger, the son of a stranger
When Daddy’s not home, the family’s in danger

I got plenty, it’s so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme,” he got plenty, yeah


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