Drug Dealers Dream

[Intro:]
Please, hold while I locate your information. Your checking account available balance is ninety-two million one hundred fifty three thousand one hundred eighty-three dollars and twenty-eight cents. This reflects the most current information available on your account.

This on everything I love.
I done came too far to look back.
Lord, protect my soul, you heard me?
Check.

[Verse 1:]
Mighty Muhammad, son of Osama,
Son of a bitch, one time for my momma,
Tats on my back, tats on my face,
Bitch, I'm a don, can you relate?
It's never too late, my niggas, relate,
Never would say, my niggas is saints,
Know I'm a sinner, God give me my sentence,
Labeled a hustler, look at my Benz.
One time for Black, nigga, one time for Nut, nigga,
One time for Gucci, nigga, one time for Cano, nigga,
One time for Bizzle, nigga, these my realest niggas,
One time for Trav, nigga, and all them dope dealers.

[Chorus:]
Murder, a mothafuckin' murder,
No, you didn't see it but I know you bitches heard it,
Blood on the corner, damn, I miss my dawg,
I'm just thinkin' ‘bout his daughter, in another life he ballin'.

[Verse 2:]
Is this a drug dealers dream?
‘Cause all I ever see is niggas dyin' from disease,
Mansion on the water, home in the hills,
Let the Fed tell it, it really isn't his.
Photograph our endeavors, plottin' potential set-ups,
See me as a promotion, tax charges, et cetera,
Confiscated the whips, concentratin' on flips,
Contemplatin' the trip, congregatin' for bricks.
Lord knows I'm a sinner, it was cold in the winter,
Eatin' out of the trash, shit would make you a killer,
Lord forgive these bitches, gettin' their money strippin',
Chasin' this fast money, next time we'll do it different.
Shoutout to KOD, shoutout to Onyx, nigga,
Shoutout to MMG ‘cause we the hottest, nigga!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Aggravated with hoes, distracted all of my foes,
Niggas wanna be friends, we just takin' control,
Nigga, vision the clearest, I get shooters on clearance,
Barely fit in a Lambo but did it for the appearance.
I seen a rich nigga go to jail,
He put Wi-Fi in his cell,
Middle of the night, my nigga wanna Skype,
I just count money for him, that shit just get him hype.
They say it's hard to smile with a double life,
In the middle of the night with a bloody knife,
Lord, give him a chance, every man should be free,
He wanted him a degree but got him a key.
Open that door, just hopin' for more,
They gave him a bond, I gave him a Porsche,
I gave him a name, I gave him a shot,
I gave him the game, I gave him a block.
Smokin' on that gas, I be thinkin' too fast,
Drug dealer's dream, now let's count this cash,
Dope boy tatted on my neck,
A real dope boy, I never write a check.

[Chorus]