Ghetto Dreams

Ghetto dreams baby
 That's what we talking bout.
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 Ghetto dreams, diamond rings
 Money hoes and clothes and all those, fancy things
 (Fat Pat)
 Money hoes, fancy clothes
 Heavy in the game, so I'm hot as cold
 For paper, wake me up I think I'm dreaming
 Back in the game, I thought I'd never have these things
 Bitches want a ring, Rolls and plenty green
 Black lacquer screens, three story dreams
 House on a hill, fantasies are built
 Private jet sip Moet, Sacci set now a Vette
 Doing bout a hundred-five, down the highway
 Yellow bone on my side, sitting sideways
 Independent women, should I say franchise
 Right before your eyes, I'm going nationwide
 Baguettes in my mouth, smoked like a cloud
 Make my mama proud, cause ain't no holding out
 On my dreams, yeah I'm gon get it
 Win it like the Lotto, dressed in Amavado
 Alligator shoe, when I smash on the throttle
 Angry super model, paparazzi follow
 Money hoes and clothes, it make my head hollow
 I'm drinking out the bottle, to ride on my sorrow
 A better day tomorrow, is all I wish for
 A millionaire dream, plus a whole lot more
 The country I'll explore, navigator
 System guides my way, for the lyrical AK
 (- 2x)
 (Fat Pat)
 Stacks to be made, in the world gon get it
 Opportunities come, a mile a minute
 From start to finish, have big dreams baby
 Coming down Mercedes, everybody's angry
 Rapper or emcee, whatever you wanna call it
 Credit cards or cash, we balling in the mall and
 Hauling, three T.V.'s in my load
 Marble on my dash, got wood on my do's
 Who knows, what the world unfold as it go
 Round and round, I'ma keep putting it down
 Endo pounds, getting sent from out of town
 Me and my partna, in the kitchen breaking chickens down
 Making plastic fried, whoa look at me now
 I'm shining like the sun, Rolex dimaonds
 Here I come here I come, top down in my Bentley
 All my enemies looking, but come on get me
 (- 2x)
 (Fat Pat)
 This just the beginning, of a next episode
 The game unfold, down a 24 karat road
 To success, no settling for less
 Strive to be the best, if I'm broke I can't rest
 Mind full of stress, so I break for my dream
 Like I'm running a marathon, and capalon hustle for me
 And my son, my job is never done
 It's like I'm one on one, me against the world
 And it's hard to hold on, but I keep a tight grip
 Write another song, drop it like it's hot no time to prolong
 Get out the hood, was something like a dream
 Whoever thought, Fat Pat would rap sing
 Have all these things, I'll be just like a king
 In your face one more time, just to let you know
 Coming up is impossible, if you don't hustle
 Trust no info, coming from the back
 Cause haters come in all size and forms, and that's a fact
 When I was growing up, I never got no slack
 No handouts for Pat, had to grind for it black
 I let my nuts hang in the game, pumped hard for it mayn
 When it sleets no rain, I wanted big thangs
 Plus a whole lot of what, pocket change
 Don't knock Pat, coming down the boulevard true
 Fantasies and dreams, I just came through
 (- 4x)