Testo Dreams

Performed by Ampichino, Yukmouth, Freeze & Young Bossi

(Chorus)
I done still have dreams
‘Bout having finer things
But now I live a luxurious lifestyle
Straight hustler, gorilla
Drug Squad galore, coke dealer Nigga this is the life I live

(Verse)
I count 100 bands before 12 a clock
Imagine all this dope shit came from me selling rocks
Me and Yuk getting mail posted at the spot
Mag 10's, many mag 12's, this block is hell as hot
Raising, we ill, I'm tryna kill something
Destroy and rebuild money like Phil Drummin
Sleep on my stilt, woman I feel like the feds still coming
That's why I smoke and I drink til I don't feel nothing
Still hustling, the plug still dug me
I kept it trill, pure, with blood money
Life's so real, yo homey, you try knock em down
Dropping convertible top, letting loose vodka rounds Take the fight to my block, you hear the most darkened sounds
Cuz we don't fuck around, walk up on him and buck him down
It's Afghan, this hell that I'm trapped in
Treat us like animals because of my black skin

(Chorus)
I done still have dreams
‘Bout having finer things
But now I live a luxurious lifestyle
Straight hustler, gorilla
Drug Squad galore, coke dealer
Nigga this is the life I live

(Verse)
I'm from the trap where little kids sell big crack
That get scratched when shit crack and get yo shit smashed
Blaze one, niggas pushin yo wig back
I'll get yo kids kidnapped, now tell me where them bricks at
Little shop on the out of town block
Where my out of town goons making out of town hot
Bricks to that Whitney, lot of Bobby Brown cop
Hundred bands in the duffle, hundred rounds in the choppa, wuddup?

(Verse)
We held it hard, now the city is ours
Pulling stunts, we was grunts in the city of God
On the run from the fuzz like deliver me God
I'm in this rental tryna get on my delivery soft
A lot of homies in the bing, a lot of snitches get off
I'm high as gas prices, 30 round quick in my draw
Busting lean, gotta hop out, piss on your card and slide off
With yo bitch, the life of a bug

(Chorus)
I done still have dreams
‘Bout having finer things
But now I live a luxurious lifestyle
Straight hustler, gorilla
Drug Squad galore, coke dealer
Nigga this is the life I live
And I'm gangsta

(Verse)
Thugged out in the hood with them packs homie
Gripping my paper for my dead homies
We living in hell, I'm pushing fish scale
I'm still in the game, going hard for the scrill
Brig killed my nigga P on some snake shit
Real talk, goons, young niggas in the mix
Catch me flyin through the town with that fully
Blocks to the brown, I'm a block bully
Hold it down for the team, it's The Regime
Sipping codeine, money over everything
I used to dream of fast cars and big houses
Now fuckin off dogs, hop at mobsters
Let off 100 shots, leave you shell shocked
In the D spot, cookin up straight drop
Disrespect - it will be a closed casket
Chyeah, I'll murder you bastards

(Chorus)
I done still have dreams
‘Bout having finer things
But now I live a luxurious lifestyle
Straight hustler, gorilla
Drug Squad galore, coke dealer
Nigga this is the life I live
And I'm gangsta