Ghetto dreams baby
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That's what we talking bout..
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[Hook]
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Ghetto dreams, diamond rings
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Money hoes and clothes and all those, fancy things
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[Fat Pat]
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Money hoes, fancy clothes
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Heavy in the game, so I'm hot as cold
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For paper, wake me up I think I'm dreaming
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Back in the game, I thought I'd never have these things
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Bitches want a ring, Rolls and plenty green
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Black lacquer screens, three story dreams
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House on a hill, fantasies are built
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Private jet sip Moet, Sacci set now a Vette
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Doing bout a hundred-five, down the highway
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Yellow bone on my side, sitting sideways
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Independent women, should I say franchise
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Right before your eyes, I'm going nationwide
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Baguettes in my mouth, smoked like a cloud
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Make my mama proud, cause ain't no holding out
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On my dreams, yeah I'm gon get it
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Win it like the Lotto, dressed in Amavado
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Alligator shoe, when I smash on the throttle
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Angry super model, paparazzi follow
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Money hoes and clothes, it make my head hollow
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I'm drinking out the bottle, to ride on my sorrow
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A better day tomorrow, is all I wish for
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A millionaire dream, plus a whole lot more
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The country I'll explore, navigator
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System guides my way, for the lyrical AK
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[Hook x2]
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[Fat Pat]
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Stacks to be made, in the world gon get it
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Opportunities come, a mile a minute
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From start to finish, have big dreams baby
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Coming down Mercedes, everybody's angry
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Rapper or emcee, whatever you wanna call it
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Credit cards or cash, we balling in the mall and
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Hauling, three T.V.'s in my load
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Marble on my dash, got wood on my do's
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Who knows, what the world unfold as it go
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Round and round, I'ma keep putting it down
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Endo pounds, getting sent from out of town
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Me and my partna, in the kitchen breaking chickens down
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Making plastic fried, whoa look at me now
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I'm shining like the sun, Rolex dimaonds
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Here I come here I come, top down in my Bentley
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All my enemies looking, but come on get me
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[Hook x2]
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[Fat Pat]
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This just the beginning, of a next episode
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The game unfold, down a 24 karat road
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To success, no settling for less
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Strive to be the best, if I'm broke I can't rest
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Mind full of stress, so I break for my dream
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Like I'm running a marathon, and capalon hustle for me
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And my son, my job is never done
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It's like I'm one on one, me against the world
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And it's hard to hold on, but I keep a tight grip
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Write another song, drop it like it's hot no time to prolong
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Get out the hood, was something like a dream
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Whoever thought, Fat Pat would rap sing
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Have all these things, I'll be just like a king
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In your face one more time, just to let you know
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Coming up is impossible, if you don't hustle
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Trust no info, coming from the back
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Cause haters come in all size and forms, and that's a fact
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When I was growing up, I never got no slack
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No handouts for Pat, had to grind for it black
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I let my nuts hang in the game, pumped hard for it mayn
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When it sleets no rain, I wanted big thangs
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Plus a whole lot of what, pocket change
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Don't knock Pat, coming down the boulevard true
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Fantasies and dreams, I just came through
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[Hook x4]
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Ghetto Dreams
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| Fat Pat |
