Tangible Dream

[Verse 1] I got dreams of being a rich nigga A wealthy man is too grand to fit in the big picture And being broke ain't even in the scope So what's the plan? I started thinking like really though, what does money get ya? A lot of flights and a lot of nights with some loose women A lot of hype is it really worth it, the truth's pending And I ain't waiting until the verdict is out I'm trying to be just what I heard I'm about And that's me That's something you don't see Cause fronting is what we are use to Well guess I'm out this mother fucker looking like the future A black man in Norway Not another prejudice, while you can have your preference I'ma be black all day I'ma be out on Broadway Hands full of bags, can't get a fucking cab Though the color of my cash, is the same green as yours Am I angry, of course Ain't nothing detained me from my cause And that is... [Hook] See, this is a tangible dream They try to tell me that it's not and that's apart of the scheme I can get it, yeah, I can get it, yeah I can get it, yeah, you know I'm with it, yeah See, this is a tangible dream They try to tell me that it's not and that's apart of the scheme I can get it, yeah, I can get it, yeah I can get it, yeah, you know I'm with it, yeah [Verse 2] My old soul remains forever young I've done it all and still I'm doing shit that I ain't ever done See it depends on your definition of winning I ain't start it from the bottom, I started from the beginning Born up in uptown, PG is where I lived Slept in a dresser draw when we couldn't afford a crib Parents got a divorce, my father got him a biz My mother remained poor, and I was caught in the mix Now I'm eating fried chicken while talking bout philosophy Debate the economy while clogging up my arteries Ghetto boushie nigga so all that shit is apart of me Gave a nigga an inch, when all we want is yard see See, this poverty under palm trees Chilling near the grave and the grove is within arms reach But thanks to gravity apples is on the ground And I use my GPS for the scrounge Show what I already found... [Hook] [Verse 3] So what are you bitching about? Niggas want to run with the wolves, and now they sitting out I mean at least you've got a chair, yet you stand for nothing You'll fall for anything focused on never missing out You know it's fall I got the layers all sticking out The wax coating on the cotton like I'm rabbit hunting Gentry, on a bike passing your Bentley Cycling with a broad while your passenger seat is empty Lord, she say I'm different I take her to do nice things Getcha motherfucking car up out that bike lane Ain't nothing worse than being dissed by a smug nigga I have fun with you non-articulate thug niggas My sarcasm is wasted in conversations I say shit see the delay and then all I get is a, "What nigga?" Friends of mine is mad that they never made it The saddest state of affairs, cause they haven't covered the basics Go on a couple tours, sleep on a couple floors When the floors ain't available, there's van seats galore Transform your biggest haters in to supporters Then have some of your supporters debate you like you in office To make it a little awkward, mix your personal with business That shit done turned angels into witches, I done witnessed See wherever you run the drama will come to visit If it never feels like drama then my nigga you got the ticket to this... [Hook]