Songtext Dreams money can buy 2 Tsu Surf

Dreams money can buy 2

(Verse)
One time for my niggers that see my vision clear,
Cause we ain't watch it in the movies, we was living there.
Catch up with a plastic shit, room full of silverware
Shit may not be better now, but I still care.
I told momma we will make it, shit, we're making it,
These dope lines, I'm just trying to get to the base of it.
Riding by myself, smoking something loud,
I think about shit beyond, life like grandmother proud.
Who wouldn't thought we will make it past most of them,
Jail self shoot-outs, this is a game we want a poster with.
Them snake hoes still riding when you're close to them,
I've gotta hold it down, I'm trying to hold it in.
Take a flight across the world, that's a nice nap,
I'm gonna land in the hood and come right back.
To the fake friends, to the phony hoes,
To the lepricons feeling like you owe them one.
But I love this place like I love my mother.
Love that thing on my waist like I love my brother,
Ironic, the crazier the bitch, the more you love her
So when she open her arms, what you do but hug her,
What you do but hug her.

Most prayer sin don't make it out around here, survival first,
Getting out is like a plus around here, you ever been addicted?
I still, I still got quarters for Chris Rack,
My daughter wrote ?my daddy freedom? on top of her wishlist.
Preachers freely, screaming demons and we need to stop them,
Tell em where I'm headed, but it's damn straight to see it grabing.
Man, it's rapping for show and some niggers come and some go,
And if they come and I'm thorn, hater think that I'm hola.
My heart colder than the frozen ab,
Niggers came to shooting and got chose and chap,
I won't question the reasons, but mama's standing and screaming
And daddy put for some seizures, karma's still going ground.
Lot of lost souls on these bad blocks,
Bangers junkies crack drop, watch yourself for the mad luck.
You're nobody till somebody kill you,
Nobody till somebody kill you.