Dreaming Of The Past Lyrics – Pusha T ft. Kanye West

[Chorus: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
(I was dreaming of the past)
It's levels, it's layers
So pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh
(And my heart was beating fast)
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"

[Verse 1: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
Bruh, you n!ggas ain't flexing, you cramping
My weight keeping n!ggas on the bikes like Amblin
Weight loss, rent loss, scrambling
(I began to lose control)
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My n!ggas get money, get money
Get money like Ye sampling (I began to lose control)
Gun stutter, make the drum line like Grambling
MGM gambling, blew a small mansion
(I was dreaming of the past)
Annoyed 'cause this b!tch calling Lanvin "Laen-ven"
F**k who you stamping, them n!ggas just stand-ins
(And my heart was beating fast)
Not me, they censor and block me
You hollering, "Top five, " I only see top me
Award shows the only way you b!tches could rob me
(I was dreaming of the past)

[Chorus: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
Clip 'em, baby, if he flinch at the price of Bottega, uh
(And my heart was beating fast)
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme, " he got plenty, yeah

[Verse 2: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
Bruh, you n!ggas ain't drip, you drying
Kevlar in his Balenciaga jacket lining
You and your b!tch income combining
(I began to lose control)
I'm sending' Lorraine Schwartz diamond mining
Find 'em, I came up with Enzo drifters
(I began to lose control)
So you gotta understand there's a difference
There's window stickers and window l!ckers
(I was dreaming of the past)
You know the type, always tryna get in your picture
I was tryna get the dope through, in your sister
(And my heart was beating fast)
We won bagging up the work, wouldn't be no dishes
Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no kisses
Made a way for ourselves, we ain't need no wishes, hah
(I was dreaming of the past)

[Chorus: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas
(And my heart was beating fast)
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme, " he got plenty, yeah

[Verse 3: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time
Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, just a better design
Critics, he's out of his mind, haters
He's outta his prime (I began to lose control)
Yet, always where the money's at like lottery signs
Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind
(I began to lose control)
I was bored by these albums so it gotta be time
No reward for the latter, so it gotta be mine
(I was dreaming of the past)
Huff and Puff in the club, then I gotta be Shyne

[Verse 4: Kanye West & Donny Hathaway]
Properties all across the board, this monopoly's mine
(And my heart was beating fast)
'Came a minister in my prime so I gotta be Shyne
I used to watch The Fresh Prince
And pray the house would be mine
Coulda bought it but I ain't like
The way the kitchen design (I was dreaming of the past)
Born in the manger, the son of a stranger
When daddy's not home, the family's in danger
(And my heart was beating fast)

[Outro: Pusha T]
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme, " he got plenty, yeah