Ghetto Dreams
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 6:33 am
some shit i was messin around with. i know the mixing is bad, i just record on a shitty mic. tell me what you think. comments/suggestions
Lyrics
Im just a young smart nigga that made it out the hood
close my eyes to the bad and focused on the good
but the hood kept pullin, so a nigga had to push,
then that push turned to shove, i had help from above.
momma watchin over me,
lucky like a clover leaf,
eyes on the prize so that moneys where my focus be.
i know that money dont grow on trees,
but imma get mine boy, bitch ya betta believe
until that moneys what im clockin,
my nigga i aint stoppin,
like a glock poppin,
straight to the top, ya gotta watch him.
boy i talk slicker than rick,
i keep my words holstered at the end of my hip,
but my mouth quick draws like im flickin a bic,
so when i spit, fire, youll be down in a ditch.
ya dig?
call me mr. king of clout,
writin rhymes up in my house,
when i go to sleep this is all a nigga dream about.
just to set the scene for you niggas that be followin,
last year, i had hella schools callin me,
trynna see,
what a niggas next years plan be,
man see, rap is, really only plan b.
grand scheme;
get my degree with good grades.
either way boy, insure my pockets is gettin paid.
gettin laid by bitches with, exquisite taste,
cuz them girls come fast gotta match the same pace
as the money chase.
see the cash that im chasin
seems to move closer
everyday that im racin.
and its kinda perfect, my whole life i was pacin myself.
from broker than a joke, to the man with the wealth.
well this shit is, finally payin off.
and like bernie madoff
imma scoff at ya team,
watch the boy take ya mothafuckin ceram
like a mothafuckin... mass.... ponzi scheme.
nigga
Lyrics
Im just a young smart nigga that made it out the hood
close my eyes to the bad and focused on the good
but the hood kept pullin, so a nigga had to push,
then that push turned to shove, i had help from above.
momma watchin over me,
lucky like a clover leaf,
eyes on the prize so that moneys where my focus be.
i know that money dont grow on trees,
but imma get mine boy, bitch ya betta believe
until that moneys what im clockin,
my nigga i aint stoppin,
like a glock poppin,
straight to the top, ya gotta watch him.
boy i talk slicker than rick,
i keep my words holstered at the end of my hip,
but my mouth quick draws like im flickin a bic,
so when i spit, fire, youll be down in a ditch.
ya dig?
call me mr. king of clout,
writin rhymes up in my house,
when i go to sleep this is all a nigga dream about.
just to set the scene for you niggas that be followin,
last year, i had hella schools callin me,
trynna see,
what a niggas next years plan be,
man see, rap is, really only plan b.
grand scheme;
get my degree with good grades.
either way boy, insure my pockets is gettin paid.
gettin laid by bitches with, exquisite taste,
cuz them girls come fast gotta match the same pace
as the money chase.
see the cash that im chasin
seems to move closer
everyday that im racin.
and its kinda perfect, my whole life i was pacin myself.
from broker than a joke, to the man with the wealth.
well this shit is, finally payin off.
and like bernie madoff
imma scoff at ya team,
watch the boy take ya mothafuckin ceram
like a mothafuckin... mass.... ponzi scheme.
nigga