Ghetto Dreamz

Man I had to cop some Hugo fits to show em I'm a boss
All this weight was on my shoulder man I had to take it off
Had to go and turn my swag up I'm tired of taking loss
Every nigga in my circle got that juice we dripping sauce
I'm still fighting off some demons watch me nail em to the cross
Ducking law I know some fugitives that police tapping calls
Please don't try me we all with that have my shooters get you mauled
Had to learn this shit the hard way all my pennies in a vault

I cant tweak I cant fold
All my shorties keep that hammer
I was 16 fighting fighting cases
I couldn't fold for seeing the slammer
I got beef im never ducking
I just hope this bitch don't jam up
We the niggas in our hood
Aint no ogs we had to man up
Hallow tip rip through his mind
We tryna split that boy banana
We was outside in that field
Like a bunch of lions in the savannah
Ain't no heroes where I'm from
My idols were trapstars and scammers
Momma always taught me right
It was all on me to lose my manners
Aint no cuffing these hoes
We bussing these hoes
Pass me the rock I'm clutch with the pole
Empty the clip I ain't bussing for toes
Off of the act I'm still up on my toes
Fuck with my niggas we wiping yo noes
In the 612 bitch we trap in the snow
Got my cap to the left cause I fuck with the moes
Sliding with the heat when I'm out doing shows
And bitch we really do this
Outside in the streets but you still broke boy you useless
I was in the streets with them killers I was ruthless
7.62 hit his brains and leave em clueless
Man yall moving like some dummies
Niggas watch me like I'm sony
Remember back then I ain't have it
Now I'm in these bitches tummy
I ain't never gotta cap
I ain't never gotta stunt
All the opps who said they smoking me
We put they ass in blunts

Man I had to cop some hugo fits to show em im a boss
All this weight was on my shoulder man I had to take it off
Had to go and turn my swag up im tired of taking loss
Every nigga in my circle got that juice we dripping sauce
I'm still fighting off some demons watch me nail em to the cross
Ducking law I know some fugitives that police tapping calls
Please dont try me we all with that have my shooters get you mauled
Had to learn this shit the hard way all my pennies in a vault

Man life a have you weak
We modeling these stars when our style is unique
Got passion in my voice you feel my struggle when I speak
I know I'm on the rise a nigga bout to hit his peak
I dream and close my eyes and picture all the things I seek
New drugs are on the rise these shorties hate the feeling sober
Seen things that made me cry but made me strong when I got older
Them battles made me tuff and left a nigga heart way colder
Got demons on my mind and ghetto angels on my shoulders
Got use to all these battles the hood made me to a soldier
Can't show love to these hoes I'm playing bitches like its poker
I'm running for the thrown but I still gotta keep my toaster
Gang