Ghetto Dreams (feat. Nas)

Ghetto dreams, ghetto ghetto dreams Ghetto niggas' dreams from the hood I want a bitch that look good and cook good Cinderella fancy but she still look hood Butt naked in the kitchen flipping pancakes Plus she tricking from the dough that her man makes We got our own handshake, her titties ain't fake Fucking in the car 'cause we just can't wait To get home early in the morn' getting stoned Pretty with her eyes low, running by Bible The type of bitch that Big said he would die for Is the type that I would rather stay alive for Tats on her back, looking all tribal She know shoes like she know survival Well, put together, she weathers the storm Seen her brother die so forever she's strong Hear Beyonce's song and she gotta perform Whether fucking or fighting, we getting it on Ghetto dreams, ghetto ghetto dreams Ghetto niggas' dreams from the hood I don't even say shit, she can feel it I toss the realest, toenails acrylic Ass is a weapon and it's hard to conceal it Baby in one arm, the other is a skillet Fried chicken, macaroni, raised on the back of Stony Ghetto press, she's my Apollonia Like trigger had the back of Tony Montana Reminded me a me of my, of my mama Knowing the drama like she know when to joke Steal a nigga's squares, not wanting me to smoke I poke my head out of Benzes Streets that I know who my friends is In this love for the money, power and clothes A ghetto housewife watch reality shows She might get to snapping when the cabinets ain't closed When the cameras start snapping, she's ready to pose Ghetto dreams, ghetto ghetto dreams Ghetto niggas' dreams from the hood I notice all my flaws when it comes to writing rhymes Subject matter be changing too quickly at times So I keep it strictly 'bout dimes and stick to the story Call me a pro in the pussy category Had explicit experiences I shouldn't mention For me, getting women turned from sport to addiction Powerful women playing the roles of submission Lawyers on leashes, congress, women inflicting Pain onto my game wanted and I'm sadistic They liked it, they diked it, devices twisted 'Til I get a nice chick, to get me on some nice shit Crib raising kids, Labrador behind the white fence But I'm still single, looking for Cleopatra African Queen, yo look at me, I'm a bachelor Y'all niggas in trouble, keep your girls behind closed doors Cross your fingers, be happy I haven't chose yours She love glamor, bought her Vera Wang sandals Valentino bags is my etiquette, my manors Half hood, half class, photographers' cameras Caught us out there, the spotlight, hope she can handle this She can join me, red carpet at my next non-profit Events having sponsored have some alcohol product Jumping out a Bentley with some fresh red bottoms You live your dream with me when you are just in the projects Ghetto dreams, ghetto ghetto dreams Ghetto niggas' dreams from the hood