Street Dream

Lyrics

[Intro: Helen Reddy, Dyme-A-Duzin] "Me against the world Sometimes it feels like you and me against the world When all the others turn their backs and walk away You can count on me to stay" (Dyme-A) Sheesh [Verse: Dyme-A-Duzin, Helen Reddy] I seen (dreams) shatter like Shaq on the Magic slamming on backboards Crashouts get the energy that they ask for Bad turned to ugly, best buddies get backdoored Fallin for a dream somebody sold and get trapped for it Pimps turned pastors Potential models to crack whores Hustlers and ones that would rather rob than to stack for it Hood Ricky Ross' not reported by Traplores Riding on the DB ovеrseas for my rap tour I cherish your ears Kickеd it at a bar in Bristol and met a few fans Lit off a few beers, but there was this kid Reciting with conviction You'd feel like my lyrics were his Like I fed his spirit with words, made it better to live Sorta how, Fabolous effected me as a jit I was a preteen Bumpin "Real Talk" and "Street Dreams" To shooting on my roof, it's achievable shit You gotta (dream) Live what you claim with them words Or it'll be 10 years you that same nigga swerve I see global expansion, got family signed to the streets and got cases and caskets Aim to be moguls with mansions Brunches like Hov in the Hamptons Fuck the industry, hold them for ransom Line em up, up it & buck em at random You rep the pack, you not a fan we working in tandem Flow fluent the word play throwing a tantrum Back in my bag, like papers, grabba and bags of reefer Back in a cab or passenger side with a bad diva G.O. C.E.O so he perform at Olympic level Kush in my cologne. Professional with a hint of ghetto We all classless, the world ratchet The rap game been a fast bitch & we all smashing Culture causing havoc, tragedy equals more traction Thirst for disaster, hits home and sends worlds crashing Rip post with long captions We witnessing pure madness Selling death, then celebrate success shit is all backwards I'm high scrolling timelines, watching it all happen Write from my perspective, bring it back to you gold packaged Survived though they try to silence us Skip the politics roll a grabba spliff And stick to rhymes and stuff But they been callin Black and Latin men misogynist For fuckin with Kamala wasn't bout to get our dollars up The Fuck? [Outro: Kamala Harris, Dyme-A-Duzin] "And, I just have to remind you Don't you ever let anybody take your power from you (Dyme-A) You have the same power that you did before November fifth And you have the same purpose that you did And you have the same ability to engage and inspire…"