Triple Beam Dream (feat. Nas)

It's time to take you to the other side

The side you gotta watch your a&e cable television for homie

But we live this shit

I'm not a star, well that's a lie

I seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testified

Spoke on a homicide amongst other things

Even share my triple beam dreams

A project minded individual, criminal tactics

Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive

Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional they describe us

They liars, the end of the day, we fuckin survivors

I remember watching scarface the first time

Look at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime

How could i sell this poison to my people's in my mind?

They dumb and destroy themselves is how i rationalize

In a bastardized nation, magnum .45 carrying

Where i'm from ain't far from washington heights to cop aryan

A rookie boy, the cookie didn't make no profit

A stranger to the block, i damn her had to make them cop it

It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage

I brought it back to papi, ain't trying to take no losses

He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses

He gives me powder, he has faith in nas' ambitions to distribute coke

Had addictions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes, but i'm again broke

This shit ain't cut for me, other dealers, they up their orders

Barely at 62s, they already up the quotas

They out there every day, some true hustlers for you

I'm at it half way, none of my customers are loyal

Picturing piping out the seats of a pathfinder

Powerful pursuit for pussy, cash to flash diamonds

My junior high school class, wish i stayed there

Illegal entrepreneur, i got my grades there

Blaming society, mad, it wasn't made fair

I would be ivy league if america played fair

Poor excuse, and so i was

Throwing rocks at the pen just for the love

Before the evil, the secret life of g's

You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams

Pocket full of money, parking lot full of them haters

Triple beam dreaming, crib with 2 elevators

20 flat screens and got cameras every angle

Dope been coming so you know the income major

Rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger

Contract killers coming when i feel endangered

Early 90s reminiscing when i had a pager

Triple beam dreams: now pat riley my neighbor

Fuck boy talking out of turn nigga

In the court room, spreading like a germ nigga

25 on the line, them niggas dropping dimes

Whole operation got them rednecks dropping time

Khaki suits and some niggas go to acting cute

We was all cool, stacking in acura coupes

More accurately, we acted as is if jacking was cool

Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear jackets to school

Fuck boy you caught up in my dream

Countin cream on the cover of a magazine

I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut

Jay-z blue magic nigga, what what

Brand new s class with a meal ticket

Nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger

Ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin high

Triple deam dreamin as the cream multiples

Fuck boy talkin out of turn nigga

'fore you sell dope, it's shit you gotta learn nigga

Home invasions, duct tape

Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face

Fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts

Slow leaks, gotta air em out

Kill em all, rolls royce, ghost nigga, ball

Phantom drop head, shit i had to get em all

Niggas hate but they know they never get involved

Food on the plate, fuck em all like a (?)

Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality

I'm from where your hustle determines your salary

Six figure family member, nigga forget about it

Low income housing, nigga trying to get up out it

I got a plan little nigga, just believe in me

Triple beam dreamin with this thing in me

Pocket full of money, parking lot full of them haters

Triple beam dreaming, crib with 2 elevators

20 flat screens and got cameras every angle

Dope been coming so you know the income major

Rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger

Contract killers coming when i feel endangered

Early 90s reminiscing when i had a pager

Triple beam dreams: now pat riley my neighbor