City of Dreams

Lyrics

[Chorus: Cassidy] I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream Cocaine City, the city of dreams I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream Cocaine City, the city of dreams [Verse 1: French Montana] Got Coke cameras, loaf in the cameras Keep the stash box for the hammers Nigga picture bricks, killers, O's ? gorillas, wolves Ar with the AR, I ain't beefin' You niggas ain't even in my radar Young Bob Barker, Mozzy Parker All over the beat, Travis Barker Fif' bust, concussion, your ribs crack Eyes close, the moons like pot holes Catch a whole round, niggas stick around That'll lift 'em up, or sit 'em down Niggas rapping the same, but they really twat We were really hot, when we ran A Block Slang 'caine, heavy chain hang, heavy bop Maintain thangs aim, Millys pop [Chorus: Cassidy] I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream Cocaine City, the city of dreams I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream Cocaine City, the city of dreams [Verse 2: AR-AB] I'm tryna get established If not rappin', I'm in the crackhouse givin' work to an addict Let niggas fall, 'til they lookin' at a Magnum Get something straight, I'mma take it if I don't have it You'll see the shotgun, wip twin pipes Or get the hawk stuck in your windpipe That's how it go when you live like me I ain't wanna do the right thing, Spike Lee I was on the trap, puttin' nicks on the block Or in the clear, stuffing clips to the top Niggas gonna drop, when I pull the pound Make your insides show, like an ultrasound Disrespect fams, sparkin the K, shootin' out artery glands 'Cause AR keep a pipe full of hollows Tryna see green, like night vision goggles [Chorus: Cassidy] I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream Cocaine City, the city of dreams I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream Cocaine City, the city of dreams [Verse 3: Cassidy] You ain't gotta ask me what I hustle for What you think Def Jam need Russell for? What you think a bodybuilder need muscle for? I'm worth a couple mill', but still want a couple more So I count my money, then count it over I sold plenty coke, but I don't mean fountain soda I'm rich, call my accountant over I started off moving boulders, but now I knock mountains over I told you, me and AB from the same city And Frenchy came with me, and he from Cocaine City Loss is the fam, I brought the whole gang with me And I got them thangs with me, ain't nothing change with me I ain't never been a dummy, man I'm a pharmacist selling drugs, and the prescription is money, man I need food for the tummy, man So I go to Cocaine City where it jump like a bunny, man [Chorus: Cassidy] I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream Cocaine City, the city of dreams I'm from the big city of dreams, plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream Cocaine City, the city of dreams