Lyrics:
told once, from an elder pal, chase your dreams younging, and live your life wild
Time go fast, so hurry up, run a mile
What goes around, surely comes
throwin' epithets
And the doctor thinks a devil musta got you by your senses
But to live the way you please doesn't sound like possession
It's four long
the click
Your movie is a skit, that’s sick
What’s up my nigga? Let me holla at you
Word on the street, I heard police is throwing dollars at you
They
can decide
Whose dreams will live and who's shall be pushed aside
Has he ever walked down these streets at night and looked into the eyes of
None
your arms just jut from the wide side
Of an interior wall
(fast)fast can
Top of the beat
Loose hands never damned them
Not even in dreams (are
to Jesus (She do)
Gucci Gucci on the sheets (That's for real)
My side chick it's probably mean (Damn she damned)
The type of bitches in your dreams (Yeah
I know they all know that I love her they don't say a word I can tell
The people who live here on Main Street know and respect me too well
Each
shoes
Ghettoised children murdered in
Broad daylight
By those employed to protect them
Live porn streamed to
Your pre-teen's bedrooms
Glass ceiling, no
Do you remember the times
When we had the streets on lock
We was doing car meets in them parking lots.
City hall even OK'd it then,
Cops came by to be
give up, all your dreams come true
Let's celebrate
Can you see all this people walking through the streets of life
Without a smile in their faces how
[ESG]
Just cuz we live in the country
Doesn't mean that we slow
[Chorus (ESG):]
Country life
Southern strife
What gives you the damn right?
produce more fruit than the tree
Like hard knock life was elective and not my major
I wanna live major, humbly
Like wild dreams needs no sweet dream to see
all something to read about
BLM ain't just a trend you should tweet about
Fill up the streets til they can't even see the route
All these black lives
a black Beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
It feel
Every day
And then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
See we live by the gun so we die by
were both sung the same lullabies of hate
Her, First Son, the first one
Whose, womb-world was profaned
Came of age playing street games
With
were both sung the same lullabies of hate
Her, First Son, the first one
Whose, womb-world was profaned
Came of age playing street games
With
city. I|have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated|and directed from within! Our books, our music, our
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
that heat
Gucci on the waist and them Jordan’s on his feet
Got my main man Solo with the verses and the dream
You can go bar for bar but you cannot
yet
Keeping it clean within that street scene I seen a lot
Grounded by reality but I like to dream a lot
For that microphone I fiend a lot and steam
you wield in the streets
I would love you like a mirror
I'll make you see
I wish that I could be in California
And be right by ya
Go
Damned at birth, the child king born.
The prophets warned beware the second son.
Born to lead! And then raised in peace and harmony
My fellow man
And the dreams of the young, they ain't never been nothing but the last request of the old
Heaven is the fiddle on the late night radio hit by Redemption
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