Ghetto Dreams Lyrics

I had dreams of being the biggest out my city and the richest out my neighborhood

My son say daddy rich I aint rich yet but my paper good

My niggas know we lit sell more pounds than the meat market

Trap, rob, or shoot a basketball we had three choices

And me I tried em all

Shoot the shit out a ball just couldn't abide by the laws

That they applied said I was lost

Not knowing I was really lost ready to knock a nigga off yea

That's real talk

I had dreams of being the biggest out my city and the richest off my block

Say my name got a lil bigger went and put a fifty under my glock

Bought a ar and detached the stock aint shit in my trap but clocks

Black lives mean a lot but he even think about it he have to die

Its time to slide

Lil bro don't pop out unless its time to do a homicide

Specialize in making niggas bleed and making mamas cry

Seen his blood die first time I seen him cry

Now all he know is murda murda murda

On that shoot em up shit

Nigga diss us he getting sent up ion care who he fuck with

I don't care who that nigga tied in with who he locked in with

Nigga shouldn't have played with us to begin with

Kutthroat cus his throat

Get killed and we aint your killers nigga yo brother go

I just wanna be like el chapo

Pick that glock up of I put my shoes on

Tell em free the gang it been too long

Seventeen thuggin hard we was hell bound

Nigga went against the squad it was shells found

Totin glocks throwing rocks at them cell walls

Now its 1 minute remaining on them jail calls

Hold yo head up you was thuggin you knew the consequences

Hope them niggas you kept it g with feed yo commissary

Im so locked in with them demons they do it honorary

Type of niggas when we in beef we have ya mama scared

Glock sing like Mariah Carey me and her belong together

Two deep selling zones together run up in a nigga home whenever

Told my lil brother I love him whenever he need it ill let him hold whatever

I just wanna make it out the ghetto

I had dreams of being the biggest out my city and the richest out my neighborhood

My son say daddy rich I aint rich yet but my paper good

My niggas know we lit sell more pounds than the meat market

Trap, rob, or shoot a basketball we had three choices

And me I tried em all

Shoot the shit out a ball just couldn't abide by the laws

That they applied said I was lost

Not knowing I was really lost ready to knock a nigga off yea

That's real talk

I had dreams of being the biggest out my city and the richest off my block

Say my name got a lil bigger went and put a fifty under my glock

Bought a ar and detached the stock aint shit in my trap but clocks

Black lives mean a lot but he even think about it