Street Dreams
Can wake, wake in that pandel life
With a ..in my ..street dreams ...from my'
''aint figure out from my three keys
Out of that doors '
White night 'till I make the snow
Bright night 'till I make low
Fight nights for my taste .., with that pay soul
...talk about money call and they close
Fuck 'em twenty ', are we gonna striped up with this clothes
Gonna go from my hood, my fucking money for get pay
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Cause all I say ...and if they deal us it's nothing left
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Ooh shit disrespect for my bro shit
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Two pack of my posters, dream of living like sossa
But I'm wake it up on this sofa
Wake it up on this sofa
I 'aint waiting no more longer
Getting how you living, bitch, we living dirty
And most of us are say that we living dirty
Getting how you living, bitch, we living dirty
Put on my mask in his 'I don't think you heard me
What up nigga 'with this tattoos I bring that said everything 'bout my story
What I need a shirt for
What I need a shirt for
What I need a shirt for
What I need a shirt for
When I go on so hard to get everything that I work for
At the top there's no friends dog, at the bottom 'aint shit dog
Middle man, 'aint '
And I stay Lord my Savior, protect my neighbor, of not collect all this haters, of not '
So my life keeps going down here, let me ...upstairs 'and you hate me '
But I can't sleep with out my mom, dog..
Left up with his family, I 'aint see a shit grabing, we suppose to be a big '
We was suppose to be '
We was suppose to be something, fuck out..
Catch you out when we was strungel now I won't own you nothing what the fuck
What I need a shirt for '
What I need a shirt for with this tattoos I bring that said everything 'bout my story
What I need a shirt for
What I need a shirt for
What I need a shirt for
What I need a shirt for
When I go on so hard to get everything that I work for