Dreams
Cozz Lyrics
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Yeah, we're just tryna make sure they come through, feel me?
Dreams of being rich, uh?
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo!
Always had dreams of being rich, uh?
Momma never thought I'll make it this way
Bitches really on my dick now
We dream of being rich, wow!
We really dreams of being rich, wow!
Momma never
Yo, yo
Imagine if I stopped rhymin' and settle for top ramen
Got content with the crib that my pop's lyin', never stop moppin'
On that nine to five job shit, fuck that!
I'd rather go comic and go to Gotham
And meet with Batman and start Robbin'
Killin' get started, hard throbbin' be cautious
If you come across this instrumental's caucus
It may leave you nauseous
Cause when I'm on it, it's guaranteed death, why?
Cause we always had dreams of being rich
Rollie? on my arm, Jesus' pieces on my neck
Momma needin' the rent, Poppa drinking a fifth
Crash my Momma's Honda, can't even lease her a whip
Stress is hell, but you couldn't tell, even if you snitched
Smiling, always seeing me with a grin
But I came to raise hell, boy, and evil is within man
All I know, is that bitch better have my money
'Cause money issues have your mom's act funny wit' you
We had dreams of being rich, uh?
Always had dreams of being rich, wow!
Bitches on my dick now
When I think about it, ain't shit changed
I'm trying to get my money pass so closer to a pharaoh's
I know that I can get close i'mma show her i'mma get dough
Nigga I don't ride, I get chauffered on the metro
Poor nigga, rich mind, it won't hurt if you let go
Word reality I'm searching for a battle, jeez
But no one's here to challenge me
Throwin' a lot of shots and they faded ones
Trust no nigga, even the devil had a halo once
The demons carry angel dust, stressin' I know
I got to pick my ankles up but this lean in this Sprite
Soda got me talking like Yoda
Don't ever live my life sober
Oooh, I love it when they doubt me
Cash right where my mouth be, check my stomach for the hunger, don't
Laugh at the outie, my boy frank in the Audi
Scoop me up we outtie, bumpin' music loudly, crazy how
Lousy these niggas soundin', I heard these niggas talkin'
And never talk around me, nigga you listen to Casey Veggies
You ain't about beef
Are you scary? But I'm more than scary
To the ordinary storytelling motherfucking author
Cooking up some shit your stomach could never process
My apron dirty really need to wash it
'Cause Cozz is heading to the top
Watch whenever my shit drop I don't know when
But I'm never counting losses
Only counting my profit, nigga stop it
Got niggas noz sick
Motherfucker always had
Dreams of being rich, wow!
Always had dreams of being rich, uh?
Momma never thought I'll make it this way (x2)
I know we got dreams of being rich
The rollie on my arm, the pieces on my neck
Poppa needin' a rent
In "Dreams," Cozz reflects upon his journey to success while dreaming of being rich. Despite his past hardships, Cozz strives to ensure his dreams come true. He asserts that while he has achieved success, there are aspects of his life that remain unchanged, such as people's intentions.
Cozz plays with different ideas in the song, such as his imagination taking him beyond working a typical 9 to 5, to being a comic in Gotham, meeting Batman, and embracing Robin’s vigilante lifestyle. The artist also presents common black stereotypes as he speaks of having a Rolex on his arm and Jesus pieces around his neck. Still, his lyrics suggest that his pursuit of success is because his parents’ lifestyle demanded it.
The second verse depicts his struggle with fame and how it has altered his true realities. He uses drugs to remain anesthetized and deal with the pressure that comes with fame. Cozz concludes that despite all this, his primary goal is to strive for his success.
Line by Line Meaning
Always had dreams of being rich, uh?
I have always had the dream of becoming wealthy
Momma never thought I'll make it this way
Even my mother never believed that I would make it this far
Bitches really on my dick now, when I think about it, ain't shit changed
Women are now interested in me, but despite my newfound success, I remain the same person inside
Imagine if I stopped rhymin' and settle for top ramen, Got content with the crib that my pop's lyin', never stop moppin'
If I gave up on pursuing my dream of becoming a rapper, I would be satisfied with a mediocre life like the one my father led
We had dreams of being rich, uh?
We all shared the common goal of becoming wealthy
Rollie? on my arm, Jesus' pieces on my neck, Momma needin' the rent, Poppa drinking a fifth
Despite my material possessions, my parents are still struggling with financial issues
Nigga I don't ride, I get chauffered on the metro, Poor nigga, rich mind, it won't hurt if you let go
I may not have a fancy car, but I have a wealthy mindset and I know that I can achieve my dreams if I let go of my doubts
Word reality I'm searching for a battle, jeez, But no one's here to challenge me
I am in search of challenges in the real world, but there are not many people who can match my skills
Throwin' a lot of shots and they faded ones, Trust no nigga, even the devil had a halo once
I am claiming my spot in the rap game, but I am constantly reminded that people are not always who they seem
Are you scary? But I'm more than scary, To the ordinary storytelling motherfucking author
People may fear me, but they do not understand the depth of my talent and creativity
'Cause Cozz is heading to the top, Watch whenever my shit drop I don't know when, But I'm never counting losses, Only counting my profit, nigga stop it
I am focused on success and making money, and while I don't know exactly when my next project will drop, I will always strive for profits and ignore any setbacks
Got niggas noz sick
My rapping is so intense and powerful that it's making people feel sick
I know we got dreams of being rich, The rollie on my arm, the pieces on my neck, Poppa needin' a rent
Our shared goal is to become wealthy, as seen by my expensive jewelry, but we still face financial struggles like my father's need for rent
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Cody Macc
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
You Got Everything
[Intro]
Yeah—shit, nigga—we all dream, nigga
Yeah, we're just tryna make sure they come true, feel me?
Dreams of being rich, uh?
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo!
[Chorus]
Always had dreams of being rich, uh?
Momma never thought I'll make it this way
Bitches really on my dick now
When I think about it, ain't shit changed
We had dreams of being rich, wow!
We really dream of being rich, wow!
Momma never...
Yo, yo..
[Verse 1]
Imagine if I stopped rhymin' and settle for top ramen
Got content with the crib that my pop's lie in , never stop moppin'
On that nine to five job shit, fuck that!
I'd rather go comic and go to Gotham
And meet with Batman and start robbin'
Killin' get started, heart throbbin' be cautious
If you come across this instrumental's carcass
It may leave you nauseous
'Cause when I'm on it, it's guaranteed death, why?
'Cause we always had dreams of being rich
Rollie on my arm, Jesus' pieces on my neck
Momma needin' the rent, Poppa drinking a fifth
Crash my Momma's Honda, can't even lease her a whip
Stress is hell, but you couldn't tell, even if you snitched
Smiling, always see him with a grin
But I came to raise hell, boy, and evil is within man
All I know, is that bitch better have my money
Cause money issues have your mom's act funny wit'you
[Hook]
We had dreams of being rich, uh?
Always had dreams of being rich, wow!
Bitches on my dick now
When I think about it, ain't shit changed
[Verse 2]
I'm trying to get my money pass so closer to a pharaoh's
I know that I can get close I'mma show her i'mma get dough
Nigga I don't ride, I get chauffered on the metro
Poor nigga, rich mind, it won't hurt if you let go of reality I'm searching for a battle, jeez
But no one's here to challenge me
Throwin' a lot of shots and they fatal ones
Trust no nigga, even the devil had a halo once
The demons carry angel dust, stressin' I know
I got to pick my ankles up but this lean in this Sprite soda got me talking like Yoda
Don't ever live my life sober
Oooh, I love it when they doubt me
Cash right where my mouth be, check my stomach for the hunger
Don't laugh at the outie
My boy frank in the Audi
Scoop me up we outtie, bumpin' music loudly, crazy how lousy these niggas soundin'
I heard these niggas talkin' and never talk around me
Nigga you listen to Casey Veggies, you ain't about beef
Are you scary?
But I'm more than scary
To the ordinary storytelling motherfucking author
Cooking up some shit your stomach could never process
My apron dirty really need to wash it
Cause Cozz is heading to the top
Watch whenever my shit drop I don't know when
But I'm never counting losses
Only counting my profit, nigga, stop it
Got niggas noz sick, motherfucker always had—
Pamodou Bajaha
I feel bad for sleepin on this dude man , soo fucking ill. Strong voice and hard bars man . New fan ... Respect
RetroRealtor
him and Lute
Verses thaWorld
Yeah definitely this the type s##+ make me not want to write no more
NFL1K
Modou Bajaha better be
Child of Akatosh
"I'd rather go comic and go to Gotham
And meet with Batman and start robbin'
Killin' get started, heart throbbin' be cautious
If you come across this instrumental's carcass
It may leave you nauseous"
Damn that's dope.
Nderitu Nduhiu
This is Hip Hop!
sean.
Child of Talos Facts. Good God
Gerardo Morales
His delivery is just something else, his rhyme scheme, his flow, god damn. His verse's are just crazy like "I'd rather go to comic and go to Gotham, and meet with Batman and start robbin' " Talk about a double entendre.
Sleepy K
yooooooooo didnt ever peep the double entendre 😮💨😮💨
Nicholas Goodall
"Fuck batman and robbin, im Robbin with a batman"