Street Dreams Lyrics

[Intro]
On a east side night
Under that street light
On the corner of don't think twice
I find my mind where it shouldn't be

[Verse 1]
Crack Rock in that pad lock
With a stash spot in my ragtop
Street dreams down the block from my dads spot
Bad cops on my payroll
At a buck a pop like Faygo
Add 50 Cent for like 3 keys,
Open up the doors for that Yayo,
White nights cuz I make snow
Bright lights then I lay low,
Fight nights I'm like Mike Tyson
K/o for that peso
That's the life that we chose
Talking bout
Money cars and these clothes
Fuckin with
Twenty broads that's exposed
And we in the
Strip clubs till they close
These are the chronicles of a hood muthafucka doin what he gotta do to get paid
Chronic smoke In every follicle of my shades
Writing my obituary diggin my grave,
Cuz all they say is jail or death,
And I figure there ain't nothin left,
That I ain't did and since I'm knee deep in my shit, don't hold my breath,
*Snap*
Oh shit,
Guess its back to that broke shit,
Roach clip in my ashtray
2Pac on my posters
Dreams of living like Sosa,
But I'm wakin up on this sofa,
Said I'm wakin up on this sofa,
I ain't waiting round here no longer,
Get it how you live it bitch we livin dirty
Most of us that's livin now ain't livin thirty,
Get it how you live it bitch we livin dirty
Cock that .38 put on my mask and it gets blurry
I don't think you heard me,

[Hook]
What I need a shirt for?
When you beast shit and you go hard till that tours gone and you back onto that street shit,
What I need this shirt for?
When these tattoos that I bleed with say everything about my story come read this,
What I need a shirt for? Huh? X3
When I go hard
So hard, to get everything that I worked for

[Verse 2]
At the top is no friends dawg,
At the bottom ain't shit dawg,
Middle man'n ain't it dawg,
Plotting drinkin this Hen dog
And I said lord my savior,
Have I not protected my neighbor,
Have I not neglected these haters,
Have I not kept you in my prayers,
So when my life keeps going downhill am I wrong for looking upstairs?
Am I wrong for feeling you hate me, am I wrong for thinking you'd care?
Am I wrong for keepin this weed lit and these smoke clouds In this air?
But I can't sleep without my mind gone cuz of shit I witnessed last year,
That boy that left out was just family,
I ain't see the shit comin,
We was supposed to be at these Grammy's
We was supposed to be stuntin,
Shit, we was supposed to somethin,
Fuck that we was supposed to be brothers,
Helped you out when you were struggling, I don't owe you nothing muthafucka.

[Hook]