[Chorus - Prodigy]
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Daydreamin' of dirt bikes, and four wheelers
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Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
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Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
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That brand new car smell
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We sceamin' daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.
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The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
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Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
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So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more
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[Verse 1 - Prodigy]
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Coming up we ain't have much, a lot of canned food
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cereal in the white box, with powdered milk too
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my moms couldn't buy me the shoes I want
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we put lay-away on shit that only cost a few bucks
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its cool to have shelto, I had the libeaz
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with the weak ass velcro, looking ridiculous
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I knew way back then we had to step it up
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Cause waiting for the bus in the snow wasn't us
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Me and hav' took the train from Manhattan to Coney
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Everyday and night, just so we can got songs done
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We had guns, weed, and a couple of fourties
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If we got lucky on the way, we could jook someone
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We used to watch video music box
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and pray maybe one day we could get a shot
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Outside, my niggaz had all that shit you see on T.V.
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From money that they made off the block
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[Chorus - Prodigy]
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Daydreamin' of dirt bikes, and four wheelers
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Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
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Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
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That brand new car smell
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We sceamin' daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.
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The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
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Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
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So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more
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[Verse 2 - Havoc]
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My day dreams, is more like nightmares
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A vigi, bullet proof cars, supped up time shares
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My friends did a turn cause it's not they turn
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Or how the streets gonna be, when they release fur
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When I get that million bucks, will I remain the same
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Or will I have to get at niggaz cause they sayin' I changed
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Will everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech
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When niggaz put me to the test, have me clapping the heat
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I used to think bein' rich, ain't all that bad
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A far cry from what a dream, was all I had
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Do I got the right team, or they riding for cash
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Would they jump in front of me, when them cameras flash
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Is the 'pop police, gon' be up my ass
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Can't leave the heat under the seat, gotta find a better stash
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Gotta collect receipts cause that bitch uncle sam
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Invades your space when you evade his tax
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[Chorus - Prodigy]
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Daydreamin' of dirt bikes, and four wheelers
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Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
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Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
|
That brand new car smell
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We sceamin' daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.
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The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
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Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
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So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more
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Daydreamin'
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| Mobb Deep |
