.44 Dreams

[Produced by Cool & Dre]

[Intro]
I never wanted this for you. I work my whole life - I don't apologize, to take care of my family, and I refused to be a fool, dancing on the string held by all those bigshots. I don't apologize, that's my life, but I thought that, that when it was your time, that you would be the one to hold the string. Senator Kane; Governor Kane. Well, it wasn't enough time. It wasn't enough time

[Verse 1]
I dream of a better life, I dream of making it rich
I dream makin’ my cheddar tight, I dream of baking and whips
I dream of my enemies being buried up under the dirt
I dream of getting Vengeance through all of my thundering hurt
I dream of the darkest clouds fading away to abyss
I dream of scaring my enemies til’ they be bathing in piss
I dream of going to bed without a gun under my pillow
And wake up the next morning and not end up killed tho
I had dreams of being a good man but all that shit was crushed
I had dreams of love but then it was turned to dust
I had dreams of peace but I seen chalk outlines on streets
I have to stay quick on my feet, pull out nines or else cease
I dreamt of almost being killed by Curtis J
I almost got put into the dirt today
My boys say that I got PTSD but my whole life's twists and turns
This one ain't different, another mark to hit and burn
I dreamt of being respected, The Godfather of crime
But The Godfather didn't get there just by popping the nine
The stopping of time, dreams allow me to look into my past
The future’s what I put into my raps

[Bridge]

[Verse 2]
I'm not dreaming, just having these night terrors
Of gunfights, dead bodies and having the life tear us
I felt the bullets tearing through my flesh
Blood staining my clothes, death stealing my breath
I wake up drenched in sweat so often I feel like I'm drowning in fear
Time crawls away, feels like every hour it's here
Death, I’m paranoid, no caviar dreams
Cops be mad at our schemes
Now usually i’d tell you even though I have nightmares of boys in blue
I enjoy the rush of selling these toys to you
I can't stop, won't stop cause I have aspirations to fill
If I have to cook this cake then I will
I can't have motherfuckers hounding in my dreams like they vultures
If I have to dump these dead bodies by digging the mulch up
When I said that I write the future in my raps
That's not a dream, just the facts

[Bridge x2]
What's a dream to reality
What's a scheme to gaining these calories

[Verse 3]
I told you I write the future with facts
These dumb mothafuckas think I'm using up gas
Unlimited miles, unlimited opportunities
That's why they say I'm horrible for selling to the community
But listen, this hellhole ain't give shit to me
I dreamt about making this green, the rest is history
I just had the drive to do it, everyone else daydreaming
I only got the shit I got by getting my pay schemin’
I pop shots in the air like the first man launched into space
I made off with glory and pay, I'm keeping the pace
I hear the noises coming, the sounds of the street corner
The sounds of people crying out near the feet of coroners
Yelling out wanting to see deceased relatives
Then they follow the same path, or they spray crack for the hell of it
Rapping on street corners about its hell to go to Sing Sing
And that's when I heard the telephone ringing
Who the hell is this and how did you get this number?