[Intro]
Yeah, uh (Uh)
This for all my 'Ville n***as, man, all my Carolina n***as, man (The lights off and shit)
All my real n***as, man, no matter where you come from and shit (Real n***as relate to this shit, you know?)
We gon' call this shit right here "Dollar And A Dream" (Yeah)

[Verse]
A dollar and a dream, that's all a n***a got, so (Yeah)
If it's 'bout that cream, then I'm all up in the spot
I was raised in the F-A-Y, a n***a never gave me nothin'
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, that's life
And trust me, I'm livin'
Look what a n***a made out the shit that I was given
Look what a n***a came out (Yeah)
Mama sewin' patches on my holes
Man, our hoes couldn't put this flame out
Straight up, I got my back against the brick wall (Yeah)
I'm from a world where n***as never pop no Cristal, it was pistols
You pass through, you better pray them bullets miss y'all
I thank the Lord, He let a n***a make it this far
A lot n***as don't, a lot of moms weep (Yeah)
I gotta carry on, all the weight is on me
You never know when a n***a might try to harm me
Rest in peace that n***a John Lee, I pour liquor, homie
It's foul, but yo, the world keeps spinnin'
Gotta keep winnin', get up off this cheap linen
N***a, I'ma eat, even if it means sinnin'
N***as want beef, I'ma sink my teeth in 'em
Pause, I go harder (Yeah), I am all about a dollar (Yeah)
You n***as street smart? I'm a motherfuckin' scholar
So trust me, I ain't stoppin' 'til my money is long (Yeah)
So much dough them hoes'll think I'm rockin' money cologne
Have a model at the crib waitin', "Honey, I'm home"
Cookin' greens for a n***a, give him plenty of dome
It's funny, we dream about money so much it's like we almost got it
Until we reach up in our pockets (Damn)
It's time to face reality (Yeah), the 'Ville is a trap n***a now (Uh)
And if you ain't focused, you gon' be here for a while, yeah
My n***a Mike rollin' with me, ridin' shotgun
Type of n***a know 'bout every car but don't got one
That's hunger, no wonder n***as fuckin' with the evils
Posted on the corner, sellin' crack like it's legal
But who am I to judge how a n***a get his paper? (Yeah)
This money comin' soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up
I guess I gotta wake up these n***as myself (Uh-huh)
An E&J sipper, but my shit is top shelf
Young J (Uh), the rawest shit you n***as ever heard of (Yeah)
A journalist, n***a, call me the Fayetteville Observer (Uh, yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
You know the routine, man, Fayettenam
Real n***as can relate, uh
And 'Ville n***as can relate, man
My n***as know about the struggle, man
What you know about your mama sewin' patches on your holes, n***a?
I had the, I had the, the light blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh shit
I was in like, I was in like first grade, man, I swear
It was like the 6s came out, the Jordan 6s
Aw, them shits was so fire man, I wanted 'em so bad
Darryl, what up, man?
My n***a Darryl had them shits on in class, yo
I wanted that shit so bad
I begged my mom for them shits, but you know
She couldn't afford it, yo, she gave me
She got me some Reebok Blacktops
But that was all good, though, 'cause uh
The year after that, I had, I had some, some no-name shits
Some all-black shits, man
Them shits had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you know?
But you know, back then, n***as didn't
N***as ain't even know we was broke, man, no worries and shit, but uh
Times have changed, man, I got bills
My mom's in debt, n***a, what you know about that?
College loans and shit, n***a
Gotta get this money, man
Shout out the whole BSC, my n***a Slum Bugz
DJ Sunkist, The Don, Drew Cartier
Dre Bless, my n***a DJ BabeyDrew
Freeze, I see you