Songtext Dolla and a dream ii J. Cole

Dolla and a dream ii

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything aint what it seems
Niggas hatin' but I love them even though they trynna scheme
But I'm past that, a niggas stock is rising like the Nasdaq
They say I'm the future but yet I'm giving niggas flashbacks
Of better days, when you aint have to settle for whatever played
I represent the struggle nigga I say what they never say
Whenever they, spit that bullshit they spittin, this that pool pit I'm hittin niggas with the gospel
Hostile with them hoes, I got a dolla in my pocket, plus a dream
Yea you laughing my nigga but everything aint what it seems
What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe
On that hard white, I'll tell you what them scars like
I'm speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail
Tired of sifting through my mails I feel like Cartwright, bills
Forreal, a nigga ill
Just let me do the talking man I know how niggas feel

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything aint what it seems

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything aint what it seems
Every lady aint no hoe, and every bitch aint no queen
Every nigga aint no dog, and every nigga aint no king
Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything
Every nigga can't dunk, so white man can jump
They shooting niggas fo' they even tell em put their hands up!
Crooked cops, got a nigga scared to drive probably thinking that I'm slanging man I see it in their eyes
But inside of my pocket is a dolla plus a dream
Yea you swear your girl is faithful everything aint what it seems
See I seen how she glance and look away like she want it
I aint saying imma fuck her but I could if I wanted
Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worst
I bet if I was to hit men, I wouldn't be the first
This is church, this is gospel
Spit it like I get from the Bible, for your survival

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Everything aint what it seems

Salle, I know I aint been answering your calls, but shit, let me explain
It's because times been hard, been runnin around trynna find a job
I hear my phone ringing in the morning, 9 o'clock
And it's you, can't even front I press ignore
I still got cha letters laying in my dresser drawer
You telling me about all the things you did for me
When I was broke, you sent me doe and that was big for me
See you was there every year when I needed you,
And you were so quick to give I had to be with you
Remember when I used to call you on your phone line
I knew it was official when my momma cosigned
But in no time, a nigga graduated
I hit the real world, baby girl I'm sad to say it
But I was using you, you gave a nigga major stacks
And I know in my heart one day that Im gonna pay you back