PIPE DREAMS [Hook] Pussy, pussy, pussy— Why you think you could push me? Spittin' hot, let him cook, king, Chef Curry with the wrist in the kitchen cookin'. Whip it up in the pot, no lookin', White residue, whole block keep hooked in, Off top, I like nice things, Turnin' all my pipe dreams into pipe dreams. Need money, weed, and pretty things, Pretty things, make the city sing, Everybody love me when the light beam— Funny how success bring everything. --- [Verse 1] Day or night, come and get this work, Another Spike Lee flick, better know your worth. Do the right thing or get put in dirt, I've been eatin' off pain since my soul got hurt. Mario flow, I warp through levels, Blue shell bars make kings turn devils. Turtle bounce, sparks fly, sky tremble, Bring the thunder to the beat like God said "settle." Heavy metal, no pedal, all gas, Big dog energy, no hall pass. Talk slick till the shell hit glass, Now your whole damn team in a toe-tag class. Hear me nightly, Never feared what might be. Learned life ain't fair but life sweet, Turn nightmares into Nikes. Need pussy and nice things, Music, money, and bright dreams. Join my side or disappear, Pipe fiends lost in pipe dreams. --- [Hook] Pussy, pussy, pussy— Bitch bad, good-lookin'. Spittin' hot, let him cook, king, Chef Curry from the logo, shots ain't missin'. Whip it up on the spot— Never cool off, whole block watch. Off top I like nice things, Made a whole life outta pipe dreams. --- [Verse 2] Triple P's, triple M's, Triple D's on a ten outta ten. Take a hit, get lifted again, Pipe dreams had me driftin' again. Might seem obscene, Verbal pervert, redefinin' what "clean" mean. Smoke so much Cheech and Chong dreams, Champion sound, got five rings. Precious little O-ring— Let's see what the dough bring. Chi-ching, make the phone ring, Top of my game, watch the whole thing. Flow state, no brakes, Whole plate, no scraps. No fake, all facts, Watch me turn throwaways to plaques. Armor made of Beskar, Slide under radar. Break 'em, shake 'em, chase bread, Bring it back and the whole fam fed. Bullfighter flow— Olé. Life throw horns— No way. Dance with danger— All day. Built from pressure— Okay. --- [Verse 3] Nightmare walkin', Accountant with the numbers doin' all the talkin'. Hoes do the walkin', Tricks do the stalkin'. Money callin', I'm answerin', Bad habits, I'm battlin'. Pain made me an animal, Smile while I dismantle 'em. One-man army, call me king, You just peasants with peasant dreams. This what these nuts bring, Talk slick till the bell ring. Money don't sleep so I stay awake, Heart cold but the bread still bake. Feelings break but the hustle don't, Sink or swim and the muscle won't. Pretender, back-bender, King contender, trend setter. Pressure cooker, bread getter, Storm weather, all better. --- [Verse 4 - Token Mode] I'm a nightmare, accountant, Countin' accounts while these clowns keep countin' me out and Doubtin' the outcome, Funny, I bounce back louder than albums. Outta my element? Never. Built like pressure and pain together. Y'all just tweet and complain together, Me? I bleed and I gain forever. Mind sharp, tongue cut, Still broke hearts when my funds up. Made mistakes, got drunk, Still got back and ran it up. Funny how they all switched, Used to laugh when I called this. Now they ask for my contacts, Like I owe 'em for all this. Nah. I turned my losses to offerings, Turned depression to confidence. Turned a pipe dream profitable, Now they sayin' it's obvious. --- [Final Hook] Pussy, pussy, pussy— Why you think you could push me? Spittin' hot, let him cook, king, Chef Curry on the spot, in the kitchen cookin'. Whip it up in the pot— No stoppin'. White rings— Whole top. Nice things— Whole lot. Turned all my nightmares, Into pipe dreams— And all my pipe dreams, Into profits.
