Ghetto Dreams

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