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Rick Ross - Triple Beam Dreams (Feat. Nas) [NEW]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Nas
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Erik Ortiz
Erik Ortiz
Songwriter
Kevin Crowe
Kevin Crowe
Songwriter
Kenneth Bartolomei
Kenneth Bartolomei
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Producer
John Rivers
John Rivers
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm not a star, but that's a lie
I seen a man raise his hand
On the stand, he testifies
Spoke on the homicide
Amongst other things
Even shared my triple beam dreams
[Verse 2]
A project minded individual
Criminal tactics
Us black kids born with birth defects
We hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed
Dysfunctional they describe us
They liars, the end of the day
We're fuckin' survivors
[Verse 3]
I remember watching
Scarface the first time
Look at the big house
That Porsche paid for by crime
How could I sell this poison
To my peoples in my mind
They dumb to destroy themselves
That's how I rationalize
[Verse 4]
In a bastardized nation
Magnum four-five carrying
Where I'm from ain't far from
Washington Heights, the cop Aryan
A rookie boy, the cookie
Didn't make no profit
A stranger to the block
I damn near had to make them cop it
[Verse 5]
It only took a fiend to taste it once
To say it's garbage
I brought it back to Papi
Ain't tryna take no losses
He focuses on my emotionless
Young dealer face, then pauses
He gives me powder
He has faith in Nas'
[Verse 6]
Ambitions to distribute coke
Had addictions to gold chains
Mercedes Benz hopes
But I'm again broke
This shit ain't cut for me
Other dealers they up they orders
Barely at 62s
They already upped the quotas
[Verse 7]
They out there everyday
Some true hustlers for ya
I'm at it halfway
None of my customers are loyal
Picturin' pipin' out the seats
Of a Pathfinder
Powerful pursuit for pussy
Cash, to flash diamonds
[Verse 8]
My junior high school class
Wish I stayed there
Illegal entrepreneur
I got my grades there
Blaming society
Man, it wasn't made fair
I would be Ivy League
If America played fair
[Verse 9]
Poor excuse
And so I was
Throwin' rocks at the pen
Just for the love
Before the evil
The secret life of G's
You seein' me blurry
Triple beam dreams
[Verse 10]
Pocketful of money
Parking lot full of them haters
Triple beam dreamin'
Crib with two elevators
Twenty flat screens
They got cameras every angle
Dope been coming
So you know the income major
[Verse 11]
Rule number 1
I can't do business with a stranger
Contract killers coming
When I feel in danger
Early nineties reminiscing
When I had a pager
Triple beam dreams
Now Pat Riley my neighbor
[Verse 12]
Fuck boy, talkin' outta turn, ****
In a courtroom
Sprayin' like a germ, ****
Twenty-five on the line
Them **** droppin' dimes
Cooperation got them
Red necks droppin' time
[Verse 13]
Khaki suits and some ****
Go to actin' cute
We was all cool
Stackin' in Acura coupes
More accurately we acted
As if jackin' was cool
Snatchin' **** out they shoes
Then wear they jackets to school
[Verse 14]
Fuck boy, you caught up in my dream
Count cream on the
Cover of a magazine
I'm the source
Got the plug with the uncut
Jay Z, blue magic ****
What, what
[Verse 15]
Brand new S class
With a meal ticket
**** cocaine
White as Tommy Hilfiger
Ralph Lauren, Blue Label
As I'm gettin' high
Triple beam dreamin'
As the cream multiply
[Verse 16]
Fuck boy, talkin' outta turn, ****
'Fore you sell dope
There's shit you gotta learn, ****
Home invasions, duct tape
Fornicating, countin' money
With a fuck face
[Verse 17]
Fucking bitches that be
Giving up your whereabouts
Slow leaks
Gotta air 'em out
Kill 'em all
Rolls Royce, ghost **** ball
Phantom drop head, shit
I had to get 'em all
[Verse 18]
**** hate, but they know
They never get involved
Food on a plate
Fuck 'em all
Like you say my dog
Triple beam dreams
The ghetto's my reality
I'm from where ya hustle
Determines your salary
[Verse 19]
Six figure family member
****, forget about it
Low income housing
****, try to get up out it
I got a plan, lil ****
Just believe in me
Triple beam dreamin'
With this thing in me
[Verse 20]
Pocketful of money
Parking lot full of them haters
Triple beam dreamin'
Crib with two elevators
Twenty flat screens
They got cameras every angle
Dope been coming
So you know the income major
[Verse 21]
Rule number 1
I can't do business with a stranger
Contract killers coming
When I feel in danger
Early nineties reminiscing
When I had a pager
Triple beam dreams
Now Pat Riley my neighbor
Written by: Erik Ortiz, Kenneth Bartolomei, Kevin Crowe, Nasir Jones, William Roberts
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