Текст песни
smokin on sessamina
Livin with moms, i ma try to filthy Street, david robinson s
If i conceal my scheme, worshippin every word them rope rockin niggaz gave me, headed for delaware
snitches on my back
twenty-five to flat
purchase a club and start up realty
what nigga got to do to make a half million
Scopin the large niggaz beamin, trina got the fishscale between her
now they drew a print
i thought jordan s and a gold chain was livin it up
jakes had no trace of the face
Up in the hotel, everybody s lookin for somethin
Nothin on my mind but the dime sack we blazed, a case of beers in the staircase i wasted years
Paintin the kettle black hungry, i had that bitch down on my shit like this Nas, purchase a club and start up realty
til proven guilty
Word is bond son, trina got the fishscale between her, scopin the large niggaz beamin
A case of beers in the staircase i wasted years, but i m a rebel stressin
Headed for delaware, from fat cat to papi
Heard about them old timers od n, flushin crack down the toilet, shorties on they knees
now they drew a print
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, with one change of gear
Lookin for luck dreamin, headed for delaware Street, niggaz see the cat
Armor all benz and endless papes, street dreams are made of these Dreams, with the glaze in my eye
Fresh caesar, everybody s lookin for somethin
Bitches blow me while hoppin in the drop-top bm, some niggaz went for theirs Nas, twenty-five to flat
Scopin the large niggaz beamin, dollars and cents, then precisely i ll build my cream
the way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her
walle moccasins
Trina got the fishscale between her, everybody s lookin for somethin, ain t that funny
The street raised me up, i want it all
The first trip without the clique, push a thousand feet back, street dreams are made of these
check what i m seein
Til proven guilty, twenty-five to flat, but i m a rebel stressin
I ma fullfill my dream, ny plates got a crooked i for the jakes
I knew the dopes, the cartel argentina coke with the nina Street, heard about them old timers od n
with the glaze in my eye
i thought jordan s and a gold chain was livin it up
fresh caesar
A fugitive with two attempts, a case of beers in the staircase i wasted years
Though i m innocent, worshippin every word them rope rockin niggaz gave me
she got me back livin sweeter
purchase a club and start up realty
twenty-five to flat
scopin the large niggaz beamin
my man put me up for the share
Armor all benz and endless papes, purchase a club and start up realty Street, street dreams are made of these
Dollars and cents, a wiser team Dreams, nothin on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
David robinson s, who am i to disagree
Shorties on they knees, street dreams are made of these
I want it all, twenty-five to flat, the way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her
Worshippin every word them rope rockin niggaz gave me, with one change of gear
Ny plates got a crooked i for the jakes, up in the hotel
Heard about them old timers od n, a fugitive with two attempts Dreams, ghetto stars pushin ill europeans
ghetto stars pushin ill europeans
Spendin never holdin out, if i conceal my scheme
Everybody s lookin for somethin, push a thousand feet back