Day Dreaming

Slidin through the city police know the whip

But they cant say shit cause im so legit

Remember late night troopin in a stolen whip

Now we meetin up for brunch talkin on this shit

Big dog in my city im a doberman

Stereotype for the bangin cause we known for it

Lost too many in these streets i aint over it

But all i ever had was a dream i had to go for it

Had to go for it homie like it was fourth and goal

And everything was on the line bitch im post the blow

Playing defense on the blocc call it rope a dope

Young homies carry the hood until they shoulders broke