I Dream

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Every night I dream, dig these... I have the finer things... with that diamond rain, shining man. Every night I dream that I can put a Gucci robe around my throat And I ain’t got to go out there and sell dope. When I can ride without my five .44... I dream...

Woke up this morning still hearing the same old sirens Same concrete jungle, same hungry faces staring Mama said pray but the bills don’t listen to prayers So I hit the block with the weight and the prayer still in the air Countin’ them ones in the dark, heart beatin’ too loud Every corner got eyes, every night feel like a crowd I seen real ones fold, I seen real ones disappear Now I’m tryna figure how to get out while I’m still here

Every night I dream, dig these... I have the finer things... with that diamond rain, shining man. Every night I dream that I can put a Gucci robe around my throat And I ain’t got to go out there and sell dope. When I can ride without my five .44... I dream...

Krayzie Bone right here Sometimes I find myself daydreaming, give you a Picture of me in a big house, no more lookin’ over my shoulder Kids laughin’ in the backyard, no more cold nights on the corner No more baggin’ up product just to make the rent No more sleeping with one eye open, no more living like a threat I want that quiet money, that legal money that don’t got blood on it I want that peace of mind that don’t come with a gun on it

Every night I dream, dig these... I have the finer things... with that diamond rain, shining man. Every night I dream that I can put a Gucci robe around my throat And I ain’t got to go out there and sell dope. When I can ride without my five .44... I dream...

Believe me, believe me I ain’t talkin’ for the clout I’m talkin’ for the day I can walk out the house No vest, no pistol, no looking left and right Just me and the family under them city lights Diamond rain on my neck but the real shine is freedom That kind of money don’t got a body count behind it

Every night I dream, dig these... I have the finer things... with that diamond rain, shining man. Every night I dream that I can put a Gucci robe around my throat And I ain’t got to go out there and sell dope. When I can ride without my five.44...

I dream... I dream... I dream...

Ice Age Entertainment... King of the Ghetto... Believe me.