It Was All A Dream
    (专辑: King Of The Queen - 2006)
    
    It was all a 
dream I 
used to read Murder Dogg magazine  Wanted to be a 
dope boy so I 
could ride clean  Fuck boi ya'll ain't playing no stunts  I 
went from ashy to classy in only ten months  I'm starting to think I 
wasn't built for this planet  As a 
child momma told me I 
was just too mannish  Lost Annie May in '95 was a 
hard summer  Miss [?] was like a 
mother I'd die if I 
lose another  Ain't been to church in a 
while so they say I'm vile  Fuck them I 
still pray and I 
pay my ties  Besides the 
only one that roots for me is the 
Lord  I'm a 
gladiator baby I'mma die with the 
sword  If they turn their back on me cause I 
spoke from my heart  I 
just pack up my shit and take a 
trip to Mars  Cause a 
hustla gonna hustle forever  Since it's hell on Earth I 
got the 
nerve to say good bye to the 
devil   Can I 
live?  Ya'll niggas don't see my dreams  I 
hustle all night just to get more cream  Can I 
live?  Ay papi I 
need them things  Put crack on the 
track like habit to the 
fiends  Can I 
live?  Drop top Chevy's and coupes  Polo clothes with the 
polo shoes  Can I 
live?  Trophies, awards, diamonds, and plagues  It's all good but I 
need them stacks go and get this crack   I 
just want it in the 
worst way  Copped my first pair of J's in the 
10th grade  Sold some stacks to get games for my PlayStation  Papa never knew about it told him I 
was saving  Tired of living in the 
shadow of my brother  Started hanging with some O.G. that told me just be [?]  It's kind of hard to see the 
light without the 
darkness  I'm through with excusing niggas and begging bitches pardon  Win or lose young man only time will tell  You'll be surprised how many lames wanna see me fail  Never been secure pimping always been a 
mover  Favorite rapper, favorite rapper, favorite producer  Hey I 
sleep with my eyes on cause life ain't fair  My friends ain't family and family ain't there  Like BIG I 
got these Suicidal Thoughts  A 
couple kush blunts, patron playboy, and a 
Mo   Can I 
live?  Ya'll niggas don't see my dreams  I 
hustle all night just to get more cream  Can I 
live?  Ay papi I 
need them things  Put crack on the 
track like habit to the 
fiends  Can I 
live?  Drop top Chevy's and coupes  Polo clothes with the 
polo shoes  Can I 
live?  Trophies, awards, diamonds, and plagues  It's all good but I 
need them stacks go and get this crack