You, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars

You want the face, on that Rolex shinin like the stars

Don't worry mayne, you could get it mayne

(If you look in the sky and you don't see your dream)

(Man don't feel defeated, cause trust me you can build it)





Now hear the words that I flow when I spit

I know shorties that be havin dreams of goin legit

But the hustle quicker so they cop a fo' on the split

Now they got enough money where they can go get a brick

It's on - ain't nuttin gon' stop us now

Gotta look at 24's while they watch us now

Spinners rollin up the block while they pump out noise

But they always get into it with the jump out boys

And why?  Take a look at all the people that got dubs

You ain't legitimate, you out here servin them rocks up

I know you want the radio and screens to pop up

But we gotta get the money and try not to get locked up

Know the difference between real and fake

Different work is just like different real estate

Open your mind, you got more than the skill to take

Cause I know









Uh, one time for my niggaz on the corner

With the burners on and with the fresh yams in they tube socks

Uh, two times for my niggaz with they hands in the air

Sayin a prayer cause the game left their dude shot

Yes - I know that puzzle

Niggaz at each other thinkin they will bust you

The bang is the same even if it's muffled

But the moment so loud when a dead man hug you

He's cold in your arms, but you ain't gon' be foldin your arms

You gon' be lowered in your arms

Cryin to open the jar, and to add injury to insult

You're smokin your life away

Look at me, big car big house big jewels

All that came out my backpack

You ain't gon' do it, it ain't gon' work, you ain't gon' prove it

Even though that hurt, I just skated past that

Look - everybody got dreams about ki's

Chains full of ice with S after the V's

Horse on the hood, a grill full with the B's

Dangling your feet in San Turin-y breeze

Make a virtual picture, and spin around

That ain't it, well fuck it nigga we get it down

Never try to grab your ankle nigga we'll kick 'em down

Focus up, we gotta hit it now

Bruh when your cell goes clink, that's when you forfeit

All them dreams, all that divorce it

You ain't even get to see new mansion and Porsche shit

This dedicated to my man up in Norfolk, locked up







Ha ha... wait 



My nigga open yo' mind, mind

Aren't you ready to go?

All of my fears inside, side

Let 'em blow like 'dro





Through the wisdom of a prism I see I don't wanna go to prison

I make the decision to get liver

Reminiscin as I take a listen to my nigga 'Pac

While I envision my "Ambitions Az a Ridah"

Listen to Pharrell spit to the track

Pull up in a burgundy Bentley with a bitch in the back

I get to the paper like a hyper get to the crack

I ain't speculatin homey I just stick to the facts, c'mon



If you wanna get the money and the status and the mob

Better ride when you roll with the crew

Take a listen for the bub hit the bud

When you hear this in the club then you know what to do

Look at the vision of a mack spittin crack on the track

Throw these stacks in the black Cadillac

Get it like Twista and Neptunes, I got your back

And know you







Ha ha... wait 



My nigga open yo' mind, mind

Aren't you ready to go?

All of my fears inside, side

Let 'em blow like 'dro



Ha ha... wait 



Ha ha... wait