Street Dreams

Lyrics

Uh, what, what, uh
 Street dreams are made of these
 Niggas push Beemers 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 G's
 Who am I to disagree?
 Everybody's looking 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 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'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty
 For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream
 If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream
 The first trip without the clique
 Sent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it
 Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes
 I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes
 God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million
 Without the FBI catching feelings
 Street dreams are made of these
 Niggas push Beemers 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 G's
 Who am I to disagree?
 Everybody's looking for something
 From fat cat to papi, n- 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 bein 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 b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her
 She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar
 Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
 B- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM
 Word is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this
 Street dreams are made of these
 Niggas push Beemers 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 G's
 Who am I to disagree?
 Everybody's looking for something
 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 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 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
 Street dreams are made of these
 Niggas push Beemers 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 G's
 Who am I to disagree?
 Everybody's looking for something
 Street dreams are made of these
 Niggas push Beemers 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 G's
 Who am I to disagree?
 Everybody's looking for something
 "Yeah nigga, what?"
 "Oh, sh-!"
 "Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?"
 "Yo, they shot dun, dawg!"
 "Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-"
 "Look! We on his back right now
 We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!"
 "I want some more n-, come on!"
 "Yo, come on run, yo!"
 "Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!"
 "Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!"
 "Yo, I twisted that kid, right?"
 "Yeah the hell you did, man"
 "Yo why you-"
 "Yo, yo, come on though"
 (Oh, sh-)
 "Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo"
 "You think somebody peeped that?"
 "Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-
 Get rid of the heat, yo!"
 "F- that!"
 "Get rid of the heat, yo"
 "C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon"
 "We gotta bounce, yo!"
 "Let's bounce!"
 

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Duration
04:39
Key
11
Tempo
91 BPM

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