Dot-Da-God - Street Dreamz

Red lights to them headlights
Spin the tail till my head right
Front seat to the backstage
Real love what it feel like
Dem bad bitches pop tags
Wanna no what the thrill like
Smashing hoes on that ill night
Swiper swiper if the head right
We dont play around with dem dead types
Dead weight make the cells spike
Phone call from my uncle dem
Holding down threw them cells nights
Thats real life it dont feel right
Born to fail cause my skin ripe
Ignant on my pigment
Only God judge what i live like
So im dead nice till im dead right
Hard left then a dead right
Street dreamz ima heavyweight
Soak in power till i levitate
Demonstrate how it correlate
Word to God ima lead the way
Crash the spot tryna lead the race
Whip coke white like its 88
Had you down bad in a major way
Done felt it to gotta make a way
Fuck listening what niggas say
They aint make it so somebody gotta pay
Fuck who riding ima rider nigga
You could shoot it first i bet i take you with us
All hail to that motherland
Drinking holy water from the devils hand
Crafting dem leaders
Passionately loading them heaters
All the intrusion all of that noise
All out the speakers
Niggas be walking bet they be stalking
All with dem seekers
Looking for street dreamz looking for street dreamz
Crafting dem leaders
Passionately loading them heaters
All the intrusion all of that noise
All out the speakers
Niggas be walking bet they be stalking
All with dem seekers
Looking for street dreamz looking for street dreamz
That be Devil
Got me now loading this eagle
Fly like a seagull
Watch me now mami im regal
Chart like the beetles product of my hood illegal
Treat us like weasels
Cops on my body like measles
Far for the average im not an equal
Flatter you hated now watch the sequel
Fuck all that peaceful niggas is lethal
Point me the bathroom im spitting fecal
Keep it colossal never did feeble
Yall stealing lingo like its a jingle
All of this cappin save it for keyboards
My bitch a savage she do the kegels
You aint a savage all of that ego
Roll up in traffic i do the pre rolls
Came up from nothing niggas was zeros
They want a star im not a hero
Niggas was poor thinking of euros
Started this rapping think its hysterical
Kept to my passion now its a miracle
God be the fashion dressing in spiritual
Essence been mastered never been captured
Once in a life time be the stature
Never find better and wont be none after
This is the story of deacon to pastor
Demon to God neimans to raf
Aint no more playing inside of the grass
All of that chasing you moving to fast
This be the blueprint im given to pass
Crafting dem leaders
Passionately loading dem heaters
All the intrusion all of that noise
All out the speakers
Niggas be walking bet they be stalking
All with dem seekers
Lookin for street dreamz looking for street dreamz
Crafting dem leaders
Passionately loading dem heaters
All the intrusion all of that noise
All out the speakers
Niggas be walking bet they be stalking
All with dem seekers
Looking for street dreamz looking for street dreamz

Written by:
DARNELL THOMPSON

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