Street Dreams

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Street dreams are made of these

**** push Beemers and 300 Es

A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key

Everybody's lookin' for something

Street dreams are made of these

Shorties on their knees for **** with big Gs

Who am I to disagree?

Everybody's lookin' for something

My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square

Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear

Nothing on my mind, but the dime sack was blazed

With the glaze in my eye that we find when crave

Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts

Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print

Though I'm innocent till proven guilty

I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up realty

For real G, I'ma fulfill my dreams

If I conceal my scheme, then precisely, I'll build my cream

The first trip with the clique

Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it

Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the jakes

I want it all, armor all Benz and endless papes

God's sake, what a **** gotta do to make a half million

Without the FBI catching feelings?

Street dreams are made of these

**** push Beemers and 300 Es

A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key

Everybody's lookin' for something

Street dreams are made of these

Shorties on their knees for **** with big Gs

Who am I to disagree?

Everybody's lookin' for something

From fat cat to papi, **** see the cat

Twenty five to flat, pushed a thousand feet back

Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back

Livin' with moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet

Two sips from being alcoholic

Nine-hunnid-ninety-nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it

My man saw it like Dionne Warwick

A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with

The cartel Argentina coke with the nina

Up in the hotel, smokin' on sinsemilla

Trina got the fishscale between her

The way the bitch shook her ass, sure the dogs never seen her

She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar

Guess David Robinson's Wally moccasins

Bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop top BM

Word is bond, son, I had that bitch down on my**** like this

Street dreams are made of these

**** push Beemers and 300 Es

A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key

Everybody's lookin' for something

Street dreams are made of these

Shorties on their knees for **** with big Gs

Who am I to disagree?

Everybody's lookin' for something

Growing up, project struck, looking for luck, dreamin'

Scoping at large **** beaming, check what I'm seein'

Cars, ghetto stars, pushin' ill Europeans

G'ing, heard about them old timers ODin'

Young, early 80s, throwing rocks at the crazy lady

Worshipping every word them rope rocking **** gave me

The street raised me up, giving a fuck

I thought Jordans and a gold chain was living it up

I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody

Cut out of class just to smoke blunts and drink naughty

Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money?

With all the gun play, painting the kettle black, hungry

A case of beers in the staircase, I wasted years

Some **** went for theirs, flipping coke is their career

But I'm a rebel stressing to pull out of the heat, no doubt

With Jeeps tinted out, spinning, never holding out

Street dreams are made of these

**** push Beemers and 300 Es

A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key

Everybody's lookin' for something

Street dreams are made of these

Shorties on their knees for **** with big Gs

Who am I to disagree?

Everybody's lookin' for something

Street dreams are made of these

**** push Beemers and 300 Es

A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key

Everybody's lookin' for something

Street dreams are made of these

Shorties on their knees for **** with big Gs

Who am I to disagree?

Everybody's lookin' for something