Daydreamin` of dirt bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin` sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell

We sceamin`, daydreamin` of penthouses in L.A.
The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can`t wait `til it`s my turn to get dough
So I don`t gotta f**kin` day dream no more

Coming up we ain`t have much, a lot of canned food
Cereal in the white box with powdered milk too
My moms couldn`t buy me the shoes I want
We put lay-away on s**t that only cost a few bucks

It`s cool to have shelto, I had the libeaz
With the weak ass Velcro, looking ridiculous
I knew way back then we had to step it up
`Cause waiting for the bus in the snow wasn`t us

Me and hav` took the train from Manhattan to Conney
Everyday and night just so we can got songs done
We had guns, weed and a couple of forties
If we got lucky on the way, we could jook someone

We used to watch video music box
And pray maybe one day we could get a shot
Outside, my ni**az had all that s**t you see on T.V.
From money that they made off the block

Daydreamin` of dirt bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin` sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell

We sceamin`, daydreamin` of penthouses in L.A.
The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can`t wait `til it`s my turn to get dough
So I don`t gotta f**kin` day dream no more

My day dreams is more like nightmares
A vigil, bullet proof cars, supped up time shares
My friends did a turn `cause it`s not they turn
Or how the streets gonna be when they release fur

When I get that million bucks will I remain the same?
Or will I have to get at ni**az `cause they sayin` I changed?
Will everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech?
When ni**az put me to the test, have me clapping the heat

I used to think bein` rich, ain`t all that bad
A far cry from what a dream was all I had
Do I got the right team or they riding for cash
Would they jump in front of me when them cameras flash

Is the `pop police, gon` be up my ass
Can`t leave the heat under the seat, gotta find a better stash
Gotta collect receipts `cause that bitch uncle Sam
Invades your space when you evade his tax

Daydreamin` of dirt bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin` sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell

We sceamin`, daydreamin` of penthouses in L.A.
The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can`t wait `til it`s my turn to get dough
So I don`t gotta f**kin` day dream no more