Street Dreams

[Produced by Tracksmasters] [Hook] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Beamers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something [Verse 1] 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 we blazed With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we 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 til proven guilty I'mma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up a realty For real G, I'mma fullfill my dream If I conceal my scheme then precisely I'll build my cream The first trip without 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, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes God sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half million Without the FBI catching feelings [Hook] [Verse 2] From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back Living with Moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet Two sips from being alcoholic Nine hundred 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, smoking on Sessamina Trina got the fishscale between her The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar Guess, David Robinson's, Wally moccasins Bitches blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this [Hook] [Verse 3] Growing up project-struck, looking for luck, dreaming Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n Young early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady Worshipping every word them rope-rocking niggas gave me The street raised me up giving a fuck I thought Jordan's 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 noddy Ain't that funny, getting put on to crack money With all the gunplay, painting the kettle black hungry A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out [Hook x2]