Million Dollar Dreams

Young nigger with a mind of his own

He the man of the house but he 15 years old

Gotta play a nigger out but he ain't got nowhere to go

Hanging with the old heads cause they tell him he can roll

They don't see him as a man they see him as little bro

He don't see them as his friends he see them as big bros

So whatever they tell him, he adores for show

He doing dirty never do cause daddy was home

To see it's nothing [?] got a son tripping out

He don't even wanna come home with all these niggers now

He embarrassed but it's buried in his soul

When they wonder why he snapping all the time slamming doors

Calling his sister a hoe, she tells him listen [?]

Moma thinkin' cause she [?] loving no more

Say I never asked for the life he shows

I hope I get a little piece around here when I go

Go to sleep have a million dollar dreams

That's something you can't take away from me

Go to sleep have a million dollar dreams

That's something you can't take away from me

You can't take away from me,

Yeah, he getting' older, mind getting' bolder

He divising them plans so his pockets get swoll up

Gun holder, never need a holster,

He don't shoot for fun, he don't ever need a poster

Call his home boys up and tell them that it's over

Them niggers in [?] for the last time, rolling

On his enemies, for this winner cheese

And they tell need a gun but he put it in his jeans

Young soldier, about to grow up

Knowing that he should throw the gun when the cops show up

But he got pride shit, too much pride to take it [?] pocket

And now pop shit, and he popped one, popped 2,

And pop again whenever the cops came through

Next thing you know, he was sitting in the cell

Eyes closed, saying this shit to himself

Go to sleep have a million dollar dreams

That's something you can't take away from me

Go to sleep have a million dollar dreams

That's something you can't take away from me

You can't take away from me,

When he was locked, the whole fam tried to talk to him

Told people he was [?]

They went to visit, he ain't even come out for them

Never wrote them back, and they never got a call from him

And after that they would feeling sorry for them

Cause mama was a wishful thinker so she bought a car for him

She would cry every day pray to god she thinking it's so [?] gun that he pulled

She can't blame herself, he don't blame himself

He blames her for keeping him from his famous self

He figured that he would be playing for the Bulls

Vacation with the fam on a beach playing pool

A year later his mama was at the store

When a drunk man came and gunned her to the floor

She died instantly like it was meant to be

And home boy was getting out the pen 10 in a week

Yeah, see we all got million dollar dream

For that, we tend to forget about the people who love us the most

You know what I'm saying?

Can't forget your fam, can't forget your friends on the road to glory

Cause it's easiest guy put them in your life, they could be gone.