Thug Fantasy - Reef The Lost Cauze

Exotic beaches laid up on a canopy

Private planes, smoke the finest haze with my family

Keep a million stashed in the marble mantelpiece

Guns, butter, and bitches, thug fantasy

Exotic beaches laid up on a canopy

Private planes, smoke the finest haze with my family

Keep a million stashed in the marble mantelpiece

Guns, butter, and bitches, thug fantasy

Mahogany minks, dining at the top of the Sphinx

Glasses clink as we gobble our drinks

Astounding chains with impossible links

Crystal shining with coke residue powder on the sink

In the den where I twist haze, lust to get paid

Roll with killers who been getting figures since the sixth grade

My whip game is impeccable, incredible

Fly through in this spaceship, extraterrestrial

We professionals, invest and hit moves

Sick coupe with the big shoes, nigga I’m a big dude

Make big moves, headlines are normal

My lawyer Rico beat the RICO, fed time and all

But no more bagging up white, I live the glamorous life

Bought a new crib for Mag and his wife

My whole fam eating cabbage and rice

Lobster tails with wine, I’ll have a glass of the white, nigga

Blowing the hardest indo, all-black Ferrari Enzo

Can’t see my face behind the tints and thick smoke

Futuristic, Atari and Nintendo

Shorties lust the pimp stroke nigga cause I get dough

Break bread, party with my kinfolk

Penthouse hotel rental we keep it simple

Relax fitted, move at a boss tempo

The feds know info, we never let them know

No longer eating chicken wings and shrimp rolls

Personal chefs and trainers, the body is a temple

And all that jazz, dog we spent all that cash

Look at shortie dancing with all that ass

Toast to champagne yeah closing deals on the SkyPager

I made you, gators in nine flavours

Luciano shit, we getting mob paper

You know the saying, laugh now and cry later, what

Hey yo I wrote this to show kids

That got it confused with show biz, it’s all hocus pocus

These rap niggas talking all this coke shit

But they don’t never tell you where the road ends, it’s viewed with a closed

lens

Because of thug fantasy I’ve lost close friends

And I don’t think you understand when you quote them

So to quote Jada loosely, you wanna be like Tony Montana but you ain’t seen the

whole movie

Them boys coming for you, either to lock you up

Or the kind that kick in the door ski masks gunning for you

I just wanna warn you, it’s easy to do songs like this but honestly I don’t

wanna bore you

It’s okay to dream for riches in life

Money, cars, bitches are nice but it’s a ridiculous price

If you ain’t living it right, don’t be feeding into these rappers

Cause most of the time they just spitting the hype hype