Street Dreams

On a east side night

Under that street light

On the corner of don’t think twice

I find my mind where it shouldn’t be

Crack Rock in that pad lock

With a stash spot in my ragtop

Street dreams down the block from my dads spot

Bad cops on my payroll

At a buck a pop like Faygo

Add 50 Cent for like 3 keys

Open up the doors for that Yayo

White nights cuz I make snow

Bright lights then I lay low

Fight nights I'm like Mike Tyson

K/o for that peso

That's the life that we chose

Talking bout

Money cars and these clothes

Fuckin with

Twenty broads that's exposed

And we in the

Strip clubs till they close

These are the chronicles of a hood muthafucka doin what he gotta do to get paid

Chronic smoke In every follicle of my shades

Writing my obituary diggin my grave

Cuz all they say is jail or death,

And I figure there ain't nothin left

That I ain't did and since I’m knee deep in my shit, don’t hold my breath

*Snap*

Oh shit

Guess its back to that broke shit

Roach clip in my ashtray

2Pac on my posters

Dreams of living like Sosa,

But I'm wakin up on this sofa,

Said I'm wakin up on this sofa

I ain't waiting round here no longer

Get it how you live it bitch we livin dirty

Most of us that's livin now ain't livin thirty

Get it how you live it bitch we livin dirty

Cock that .38 put on my mask and it gets blurry

I don't think you heard me

What I need a shirt for?

When you beast shit and you go hard till that tours gone and you back onto that street shit

What I need this shirt for?

When these tattoos that I bleed with say everything about my story come read this

What I need a shirt for? Huh? X3

When I go hard

So hard, to get everything that I worked for

At the top is no friends dawg

At the bottom ain't shit dawg

Middle man'n ain't it dawg

Plotting drinkin this Hen dog

And I said lord my savior

Have I not protected my neighbor

Have I not neglected these haters

Have I not kept you in my prayers

So when my life keeps going downhill am I wrong for looking upstairs?

Am I wrong for feeling you hate me, am I wrong for thinking you'd care?

Am I wrong for keepin this weed lit and these smoke clouds In this air?

But I can't sleep without my mind gone cuz of shit I witnessed last year

That boy that left out was just family

I ain't see the shit comin

We was supposed to be at these Grammy’s

We was supposed to be stuntin

Shit, we was supposed to somethin

Fuck that we was supposed to be brothers

Helped you out when you were struggling, I don’t owe you nothing muthafucka

What I need a shirt for?

When you beast shit and you go hard till that tours gone and you back onto that street shit

What I need this shirt for?

When these tattoos that I bleed with say everything about my story come read this

What I need a shirt for? Huh? X3

When I go hard

So hard, to get everything that I worked for