Pandora (The Island)

[Hook]
Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Beamers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese
And who am I to disagree
Everybody's looking for something

[Verse 1]
My man put me on to a castle, no hassle
And spoke of how things to be legendary is handled
The team is everything and never should be dismantled
Cause power comes in numbers, especially when in battle
God inside of my Marrow. Feel as if I can fly
Perilous in a yacht perpendicular to the sky
Verses hittin' yo' mind like never before ever
Why is he speaking elegance floating over this record
Influenced by art, not artists at all
Smoke cigars, I mad dog Van Gogh on the wall
The starry night in my car tonight, I push through the fog
At the stop sign, I make a right with my mi amore
This is summersaulting off the Eiffel Tower in yo' bally sneakers
Livin' vida loca smackin' chocha in a Beamer
Paris, France had a dance with Le Femme Nikita
If she let you wear your chain when you hit, you should keep her

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I had Jordans and a gold chain thinking I'm fly
Trying to bag bad bitches who only see dollar signs
But them bitches doin' bad trying to hitch 'em a ride
Crowding around tables trying to get up inside
If you focus on gettin' money, the hunnies will come in bundles
But only cause where you at and niggas lookin' for trouble
I took myself out the scene in search for something so clean
I can drink a drop of her sweat, physically grow some wings
Kiss her and write a verse so vivid I'd drop a tear
When it touches the floor I'm on, a garden will just appear
Pick a rose out the ground, throw it into the air
Watch it turn to a dove as the wind blows in her hair
Let her massage my back, what she touches turn gold
And when I slip inside, I turn to a gemstone
Young Pandora. That box more than a myth
Make my street dreams don't mean shit

[Hook]

[Outro]
Yeah ho (3x)
What you lookin' for?
Yeah ho (3x)
What you lookin' for?
Yeah ho (3x)
What you lookin' for? (4x)
Go

Think a nigga like me won't roll up to the show like...
Like I'm Ghostface Killah with a bird on my arm
And my du-e tied up
Nigga... like it's 2001
Float God, seen two thousand suns
But I never seen a day I would run
Momma told me keep it humble, I know she right
But it's still caviar and forty ounces in candle light
Dinners with my villains and my divas, we livin' life
Moe pouring by the liter, see it and you'll be tight
Nigga, nigga, nigga