Dreaming - Slim The Mobster

Another day another dollar

Smoking something, feeding the rottweilers

No revolvers, niggas asking me where you from?

Just laid up watching Kobe with my four sons

More focus on what they could become

As I pour myself a shot a Bacardi rum

And what a beautiful wife

Watching her bring me a dinner to such a beautiful life

Guess I’m lucky cause I did it right

Educated and future looking so bright

All I’m thinking is little slim on Monday night

On the payroll, me and Mama out of control at the Super Bowl

Just then the fucking door explode

Guns out, Mad Shawn laid on the floor

Its the last thing I expected

The first place I protect is

Wherever I lay my head

I’m sick of waking up in cold sweats

Clutching my tool, feel like I never know going next

And no matter how far I try to get away from that

It seems like always come back

Streets keep pulling me back

Streets keep pulling me back

I’m caught in this circle, life as a real nigga out here with no virtues

I’m followed by these fiends and forgive me for living like that

Even when I’m dreaming the streets keep pulling me back

I’m caught in this circle, life as a real nigga out here with no virtues

Even when I’m dreaming the streets keep pulling me back

Twenty million records sold

And now I got a list of goals

Much higher than before

Oh how times have changed

Hey no more dope game

Clearly we are not thinking the same

Talking that first class flight shit, I just stepped off a private plane

Feel good to be out the hood

And yet I finally made it how everybody they thought I would

They say that jealousy with envy and envy

Will bring an enemy one step closer to try to put a fucking end to me