Ghetto Dreams

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King Pwee

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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 f*ck 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

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