DREAMS OF A JIT

[Intro: Cantrell]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy
All I ever wanted was some Jordans and a gold chain (Huh, yeah)
I just talked to God, need the whole thang (Yeah, whole thang)
Look

[Verse 1: Cantrell]
I'm back in the back of the 'Lac
Back in the Chevy, that shit get heavy, you ready?
I'll send that pin, where you at?
Gotta get it in, these dreams don't wait for no man
To my city, I'm him, that's facts
I might seem out of place, I done seen how it go
I got fears need to face, I got things you should know, look
What you know good? I can't call it
What up, kinfolk? Hey there, darling
This the life of ones that lookеd up
To all the dope boys and kept thеy problems
Where we come from, we know no solace
But we know real shit, we know Impalas
We know gang shit, we know no options
But we gon' pop shit, we— ah

[Chorus: Cantrell & A-Lex]
All I ever wanted was some Jordans and a gold chain
(Yeah, all I wanted, yeah, all I wanted)
I just talked to God and He said we need the whole thang
(Yeah, whole thang, yeah, whole thang)
Comin' down, what's the play? What's the word? What you say?
Hop the fence, scuff my J's
Boy, just look at what we done made, you know
All I ever wanted was some Jordans and a gold chain
(Yeah, all I wanted, yeah, all I wanted)

[Verse 2: Cantrell]
Boy, I used to dream 'bout a whip, man, I used to dream 'bout the bitches
Walking through the halls of the West, 3s on my feet
Heart on my sleeve and a horse on my chest
Used to fiend for the shit, I had the realest clique in that bih
Went and bought a grill, then bought a chain
Me and Marq was like Jay and Dame
Still it ain't no pressure, I play too cool
Played a little shortstop, but never the fool
I was on the corner, but the weight, I ain't move
I was too busy playing cover two
What y'all talkin'? Quan said kill y'all softly
But I'm sorry, Lauryn, I got a bomb to off 'em
Awfully often, I been hearing shit that's awful
They disgust me, I shoulda burned the coffin
Slick a genius, shawty call me Andy Kaufman
Tool on us, know they kill for Jordans
I'm chillin', but the homies buckin'
Pray to God they ain't gotta off nobody
Free mind, gold soul, it cost me nothin'
'Cept everything, except everything, except everything
Except everything, except everything, except everything

[Chorus: Cantrell & A-Lex]
All I ever wanted was some Jordans and a gold chain
(Yeah, all I wanted, yeah, all I wanted)
I just talked to God and He said we need the whole thang
(Yeah, whole thang, yeah, whole thang)
Comin' down, what's the play? What's the word? What you say?
Hop the fence, scuff my J's
Boy, just look at what we done made, you know
All I ever wanted was some Jordans and a gold chain
(Yeah, all I wanted, yeah, all I wanted)