City Of Dreams (feat. AR-AB & Cassidy)

I'm from the big city of dreams, we got

Plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends, we make

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams

I'm from the big city of dreams, we got

Plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends, we make

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams

Got coke, cannons, loaf in the cameras

Keep a stash box for the hammers

Nigga pitch bricks, O's, killers, boos

You now in the midst of gorillas, wolves

AR with the AR, I ain't beefing

You niggas ain't even in my radar

The young Bob Barker, Mozzy Parker

All over the beat, Travis Barker

Fifth busting, concussion, your ribs crack

Eyes closed, the moon's like pot holes

Catch a whole round, niggas stick around

That'll lift 'em up, or sit 'em down

Niggas rapping insane, but they really twat

Homie, we really hot, name rang every block

Slang cane, chain hang heavy, bop

Maintain, thangs aim, milli's pop

I'm from the big city of dreams, we got

Plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends, we make

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams

I'm from the big city of dreams, we got

Plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends, we make

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams

I'm tryna get established, if not rapping

I'm in a crack house, giving work to a addict

Let niggas floss, then he looking at a magnum

Get something straight, I'ma take if I ain't have it

You'll see the shotgun with twin pipes

Or get the hawk stuck in your windpipe

That's how it go when you live like me

I ain't wanna do the right thing, Spike Lee

I was on the trap, putting nicks on the block

Or in the crib, stuffing clips to the top

Niggas gon' drop when I tote the pound

Make your insides show like an ultrasound

Disrespect Larceny fam

I'm sparking the 'caine, shooting out artery glands

Cause AR keep a pipe full of hollows

Tryna see green like night vision goggles

I'm from the big city of dreams, we got

Plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends, we make

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams

I'm from the big city of dreams, we got

Plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends, we make

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams

You ain't gotta ask me what I hustle for

What you think Def Jam need Russell for?

What you think a body builder need muscle for?

I'm worth a couple mill, but still want a couple more

So I count my money, and then count it over

I sold plenty coke, but I don't mean fountain soda

I'm rich, call my accountant over

I started off moving boulders, but now I knock mountains over

I told you, me and AB from the same city

And Frenchie came with me, he from Cocaine City

Larceny fam, I brought the whole gang with me

And I got them thangs with me, ain't nothing changed with me

I ain't never been a dummy, man

I'm a pharmacist selling drugs, and the prescription is money, man

I need food for the tummy, man

So I go to Cocaine City, where it jump like a bunny, man

I'm from the big city of dreams, we got

Plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends, we make

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams

I'm from the big city of dreams, we got

Plenty of hustlers, plenty of fiends, we make

Plenty of cash, get plenty of cream

Cocaine City, the city of dreams