Saigon - Dreamz lyrics

When I was a young boy, I had one toy
And all I wanted was one more
That's something my mama couldn't afford
I was forced to play with whatever I found
When I got bored i had dreams
Of becoming the middleweight champ
Of the world
Not an old man that can't get a girl
Can't get a job, cause of my prior conviction
I'm a changed man but I
Fit the liar's description
So I dream, that one day my felony'll go away
But, I know it's gon' be with a
Nigga till I'm old and grey
Move so I can show the way
(please) please, listen to my words
No your life is not something
You want to throw away
Don't make the mistakes I made
Go to school get good grades
Don't worry about trying to get paid
Cause at the end of the day
The only thing real is whatever’s still there
When the money go away, yeah

When I was just eighteen
I was in state greens
And Ron G was still a mixtape king
In there nobody rapped about they bling
What we did have in common though is
We all shared the same dream
Of someday going back to the streets
To real studios with accurate beats
Instead of banging on the table
With the checker piece
Dreams of popping bottles celebrating
My record release i had dreams
To meet Jay-Z say whattup to Nas
Fuck them other rappers
Them niggas ain't motherfucking stars
As far as I'm concerned
Snoop nicer without the perm
Way before the pimp cup, before I got sent up
I had dreams
To do joints with Ja and Supreme
Used to root for Khalid El-Amin
Whoever thought five years later that Saigon
Would drop on the scene
They'd be calling me the
Next hottest thing, yup, bada bing

Only a few of y'all could
Really feel what I write
Niggas like Mike Tyson and
Marion "Suge" Knight like Capone and Nore
They both know the story
They know how far a mufucka'll go for glory
Khadafi was in the L before
He was well stocky
Before Intelligent Hoodlum
Before the Foul Madhi
Black Rob still like Woah
Cause the shit still played
Came a long way since the Fishkill days
U-God from the Wu squad, Nature
Son been there all together X done been in
For like ten years
2Pac, you know we can forget about you, Pac
The media took the shit and blew
The shit threw the roof top
It's a foul system
Take weak minds and twist them
Have niggas gone so long
That niggas forget to miss them
It's fucked up but it's real
Shit, I hope they let Shyne home on appeal
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