Bugatti Dreams by M.O.B. Trey Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I ain't one for complaining bout what I oughta have
Like automars and broads with a lotta ass
I went from poppin' mags at coppers flash, with the body bags
To asking for the next pair of titties to autograph
A lot of jabs get sent at me for my imagery
I ain't LIKE y'all so I don't resort to similes
I rarely pray, cause I feel whats meant to be is meant to be
And eventually I'll make history, initially though
They thought my pride would be the end of me yo
Not realizing that it was really a gift to me so
I use it when I write and empty my soul
Ironically, a pair of lines(paralyze) is all it takes to have em feelin' me bro
I mean MJ's a B-Ball legend in every eye fool
But it took several years for him to win a title
Now they all wanna be like Mike and thrive too
And to think he didn't even make the team back in High-school
[Hook]
Back then I was deep with the mags yo
Just dreaming bout the team getting mad doe
And a bad chick wit me to get the cash flow
But we can raise a glass yo
Bugatti dreamin'(4x)
[Verse2]
I was bred to be hated, fated to struggle dog
I hustle hard, every hours another hunned bars
To bleed to the sheets from the streets that this youngin' call
Home these words come from my soul, fuck being humble fraud
I son em all, then claim y'all on my taxes
While waxin' an actress, stretched out on a mattress
Cause my rappin' can inspire guys clashin'
And 5 clappin' souly from my passion, I've mastered
A fine classical art, my manner is sharp
A sly bastard wit heart, and my matic'll spark
I swam with the sharks, and slap boxed wit gorillas
Shattered continents with consonants, contradicting to niggas
Figures they didn't count on my name gettin' FAME
I've evolved and y'all happy staying the same
Lame it's a shame, now you lost and jealous (Los Angeles)
Cause with the INK I changed the FACE OF THE GAME
[Verse3]
Youngins' was stuck on stuntin', I was stuck in
The state of mind to try to make somethin' out the nothin'
I was givin, homie trust that I'mma get it
They bluffin', I can feel it in my stomach and I'm gifted
Tryin to make the veterans proud, the same student
That came tutored and jotted lessons down
Detesting clowns methods now, growing reckless now
That my records finally being respected now, fighting a depression
Drowned in liquor, a nigga victim to hate
Told my pigment could throw all of my visions away
But my conviction was great, to the DEGREE
PHILLYS saw my collage(College) of rhymes and felt that I came from PEN STATE
Feel I been great, but being arrogant's not me
Cocky don't look as good when your in a drop V
Now I got QUEENS to choose, I need one by me
So this KING can live Coretta Scott free
[Verse4]
I'm Negus mixed with Babe Ruth, wishing you niggas would(wood)
Gifted with the diction so my lyrics spittin' could
UPLIFT the SPIRITS of down trotted minds full
SONGS could PUSH CHRISTIANS to WORK harder than what you guys pull(Gospel)
The arrival of a new legend, wielding a new weapon
Brandished in gold so I banished my chrome Wesson
For a pen, covered in tribal marks, trying to rewrite
The bible with the title "Heart", this the most vital part
Ingrates testin' me lack, lack lyrical weaponry
Yes indeed, my wittiness should make you envious
Of my venomous penmanship, blessin' creeps
With a generous dose from my reckin' beats, and next to me
Is a cemetery where I bury my fears and rivals
With a spear I guide dudes, so fear what I do
This is my true, mission to BIRTH my new
HEAVENS with my POEMS so listen to the HIGH COOS(Haiku)
[Hook2]
I'm still Deep wit the mags yo
Even though tho whole team gettin' mad doe
And my chick wit me to get the cash flow
Let's all raise a glass yo
We Bugatti Dreamin'(x4)
I ain't one for complaining bout what I oughta have
Like automars and broads with a lotta ass
I went from poppin' mags at coppers flash, with the body bags
To asking for the next pair of titties to autograph
A lot of jabs get sent at me for my imagery
I ain't LIKE y'all so I don't resort to similes
I rarely pray, cause I feel whats meant to be is meant to be
And eventually I'll make history, initially though
They thought my pride would be the end of me yo
Not realizing that it was really a gift to me so
I use it when I write and empty my soul
Ironically, a pair of lines(paralyze) is all it takes to have em feelin' me bro
I mean MJ's a B-Ball legend in every eye fool
But it took several years for him to win a title
Now they all wanna be like Mike and thrive too
And to think he didn't even make the team back in High-school
[Hook]
Back then I was deep with the mags yo
Just dreaming bout the team getting mad doe
And a bad chick wit me to get the cash flow
But we can raise a glass yo
Bugatti dreamin'(4x)
[Verse2]
I was bred to be hated, fated to struggle dog
I hustle hard, every hours another hunned bars
To bleed to the sheets from the streets that this youngin' call
Home these words come from my soul, fuck being humble fraud
I son em all, then claim y'all on my taxes
While waxin' an actress, stretched out on a mattress
Cause my rappin' can inspire guys clashin'
And 5 clappin' souly from my passion, I've mastered
A fine classical art, my manner is sharp
A sly bastard wit heart, and my matic'll spark
I swam with the sharks, and slap boxed wit gorillas
Shattered continents with consonants, contradicting to niggas
Figures they didn't count on my name gettin' FAME
I've evolved and y'all happy staying the same
Lame it's a shame, now you lost and jealous (Los Angeles)
Cause with the INK I changed the FACE OF THE GAME
[Verse3]
Youngins' was stuck on stuntin', I was stuck in
The state of mind to try to make somethin' out the nothin'
I was givin, homie trust that I'mma get it
They bluffin', I can feel it in my stomach and I'm gifted
Tryin to make the veterans proud, the same student
That came tutored and jotted lessons down
Detesting clowns methods now, growing reckless now
That my records finally being respected now, fighting a depression
Drowned in liquor, a nigga victim to hate
Told my pigment could throw all of my visions away
But my conviction was great, to the DEGREE
PHILLYS saw my collage(College) of rhymes and felt that I came from PEN STATE
Feel I been great, but being arrogant's not me
Cocky don't look as good when your in a drop V
Now I got QUEENS to choose, I need one by me
So this KING can live Coretta Scott free
[Verse4]
I'm Negus mixed with Babe Ruth, wishing you niggas would(wood)
Gifted with the diction so my lyrics spittin' could
UPLIFT the SPIRITS of down trotted minds full
SONGS could PUSH CHRISTIANS to WORK harder than what you guys pull(Gospel)
The arrival of a new legend, wielding a new weapon
Brandished in gold so I banished my chrome Wesson
For a pen, covered in tribal marks, trying to rewrite
The bible with the title "Heart", this the most vital part
Ingrates testin' me lack, lack lyrical weaponry
Yes indeed, my wittiness should make you envious
Of my venomous penmanship, blessin' creeps
With a generous dose from my reckin' beats, and next to me
Is a cemetery where I bury my fears and rivals
With a spear I guide dudes, so fear what I do
This is my true, mission to BIRTH my new
HEAVENS with my POEMS so listen to the HIGH COOS(Haiku)
[Hook2]
I'm still Deep wit the mags yo
Even though tho whole team gettin' mad doe
And my chick wit me to get the cash flow
Let's all raise a glass yo
We Bugatti Dreamin'(x4)