Street Dream lyrics

[Intro: Helen Reddy, Dyme-A-Duzin]
“Me against the world
Sometimes it feels like you and me against the world
When all the others turn their backs and walk away
You can count on me to stay”
(Dyme-A)
Sheesh

[Verse: Dyme-A-Duzin, Helen Reddy]
I seen (dreams) shatter like Shaq on the Magic slamming on backboards
Crashouts get the energy that they ask for
Bad turned to ugly, best buddies get backdoored
Fallin for a dream somebody sold and get trapped for it
Pimps turned pastors
Potential models to crack whores
Hustlers and ones that would rather rob than to stack for it
Hood Ricky Ross’ not reported by Traplores
Riding on the DB ovеrseas for my rap tour
I cherish your ears
Kickеd it at a bar in Bristol and met a few fans
Lit off a few beers, but there was this kid
Reciting with conviction
You’d feel like my lyrics were his
Like I fed his spirit with words, made it better to live
Sorta how, Fabolous effected me as a jit
I was a preteen
Bumpin “Real Talk” and “Street Dreams”
To shooting on my roof, it’s achievable sh*t
You gotta (dream)
Live what you claim with them words
Or it’ll be 10 years you that same n*gga swerve
I see global expansion, got family signed to the streets and got cases and caskets
Aim to be moguls with mansions
Brunches like Hov in the Hamptons
f*ck the industry, hold them for ransom
Line em up, up it & buck em at random
You rep the pack, you not a fan we working in tandem
Flow fluent the word play throwing a tantrum
Back in my bag, like papers, grabba and bags of reefer
Back in a cab or passenger side with a bad diva
G.O. C.E.O so he perform at Olympic level
Kush in my cologne. Professional with a hint of ghetto
We all classless, the world ratchet
The rap game been a fast b*tch & we all smashing
Culture causing havoc, tragedy equals more traction
Thirst for disaster, hits home and sends worlds crashing
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We witnessing pure madness
Selling death, then celebrate success sh*t is all backwards
I’m high scrolling timelines, watching it all happen
Write from my perspective, bring it back to you gold packaged
Survived though they try to silence us
Skip the politics roll a grabba spliff
And stick to rhymes and stuff
But they been callin Black and Latin men misogynist
For f*ckin with Kamala wasn’t bout to get our dollars up
The f*ck?
[Outro: Kamala Harris, Dyme-A-Duzin]
“And, I just have to remind you
Don’t you ever let anybody take your power from you (Dyme-A)
You have the same power that you did before November fifth
And you have the same purpose that you did
And you have the same ability to engage and inspire…”