Lyrics:
The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan
but the lights are out on the Mean Streets
A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel
he's selling
feeling complacent
We don't dream the money we chase it
How i live my life i always try to keep it basic
If you hop up on my cruise you'll get wasted
hollow
Dream is gon be soon to follow
Trying to make his daily rounds
But I'll be damned if I make the pit
Cause ABN won't let me down
the
Reasons I defied drama
Cause all it took was one punch
Like I'm Saitama
Too many people with a dream
I inspire for me to
End up beefing with clowns I
Ain't
(SovOil)
(SovOil)
(SovOil)
Long Live Sovoil!!!
(SovOil)
(SovOil)
(SovOil)
(SovOil)
Don't ask me people: "Who you are,
To impose the dream about
in a city of muggles
Obliterate the youth
Where's the art?
Where's the truth?
Where's the heart?
What's the use?
When we're all damned from
in h*** yee
This for my homies that got played by a b***
This for my homies who got haters in the streets
You see them face to face and they don't say
Blessed with these genes so it seems
Tho life is a test all our dreams we manifest, Born kings
Mental streams pump Elohim
We rise to the top when we
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
The days grow cold
As the Autumn leaves crack
She lives in a bubble
Feels constantly attacked
When you've lost all control
In the icy streets
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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