☆ 17 Dreams And Nightmares

I used to play for times like these to shine like gliss

So I had to hide my fifth beside my dick

Niggas brag about their bid like the world is sweet

Fuck the penitentiary, I did life in the street

Seen the summers get cold, just me and my crew

Ask who keep it official, they gonna say Papoose

Caught my first gun charge with a chrome trade duce

Them niggas around the corner like to shoot off the roof

I had enemies, friendemies, making memories like Genovese

Snake squirming like a centerpiece

I load the cartridge, wolf harder then so is my crew

If you ain’t feeding the wolves, the wolves gonna eat you

These lames making me nauseous, man, I think they retarded

They think beef is sausage, started to, wanna squash it

I know the rocket and launch it, Smith & Wesson and losses

Anything of this drama, he tried to play me, I shot him

I did it with a mix tape, shorty, I did songs with everybody

Tough love, don, John Gotti, banging since the cops had 38s and long shotties

When I didn’t have a hammer you thought it was sweet

Then I got the pocket rocket hater, rest in peace

Cancer with nigga, like Nino if he talk a lot

Threw my alcohol in his face just like a barbershop

You ain’t talking about that thugging, then what you yapping for?

Real gangster squeeze first and you don’t clap it off

Lay you on the curve, nigga you is a bird

I’m focused right now, no disturb, fuck nigga

Hold up, wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished?

Man, I do this shit for real and all they do is gimmicks

All these haters talking slick ’cause they stay on my digits

Bury you with this burner so bad you gonna need a clinic

I’m the type of cat who walk around with that Mac 11 in my coat

They selling the weed and they selling the crack and they selling the coke and that dope

I lay the card and watch them get money, I didn’t think I won’t

I just get messed up and run down no lanes, that’s all she wrote

‘Cause my daughter needs some school clothes and my cousin need an appeal

From down the hill we like Groundsville, we never ran and never will

Boy, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around and be stupid

Don’t broke the niggas that broke with me, they pull it out, they use it

Yo, I came like a beast, I killed her in the street

That’s why I get harassed by that hip hop police

Stalk niggas out ‘ why you think they all tryina black ball me?

Now I calm down and just take cake with that straight face, no smiling

Don’t come at me, that girl respect me, that Pap nigga got talent

Them inmates on the alley hear my shit and start rally

‘Cause I spit that low like berry teach them niggas street knowledge

If I ace trap, so what? Say something, get cut

If I don’t give you a buck fifty then I guarantee you a bum

If you diss me on your song and get away with it, you tough

When you touch down in New York send them goons to pop your head off

Catch me acting Barclay at that ‘Gucci shoes on my feet, got ’em under pressure like sure

Man, I show up on your block about 8 o’clock

Early in the morning and I come collecting guap

And I’m the king of my city ’cause I took it straight to the top

When they said New York was dead I’m the one who made it hot

I’m that same nigga from Cambridge with that piece of head and that pop

Took a million dollars my first deal, why you niggas signing on cock?

Why these niggas scared, they know me, claim they leaning on me

I grab a dollar, I feed any day, way before I live on my knee

They gonna remember me, I said remember me

Ain’t a nigga breathing doing better lyrically

Kill my homie, we ain’t pouring out no Hennessey

I’m that man pouring out the blood on my enemy

Hold up, lock down the whole street

Thug on my click, got ’em all on the same hair, hold still, hold my shit

It was something about that summer jam when I first stepped on that stage

Had me feeling like a liar when they first opened this cage

I’m gone