Street Dreams - Tq, Atwill

Yeah, dedicated to the dreamers

Kind of blue

Street dreams are made of these

At home and all across seas

It’s just what I see

Street dreams are made of these

Compton California stand up

It’s like we all got the same disease

Everybody’s lookin for something

Street dreams are made of these

Street dreams are made of these

Wake up, it’s just a dream

It’s just a dream

I spent most of my childhood wildin'

Watching my neighborhood dying

Don’t understand why I want it so bad

Just to be that guy

Flashy rings, the finer things

Man he had a Caddy it was emerald green

Came through the man it was so damn clean

Damn I got to get that before he leave

I know he got a crispy fresh twenty for me

Ey, my 14th birthday

Got a .357 and an NWA tape

Now I’m strong, let’s get paid

Got a little weed but I want some yay

And I remember what I heard my OG say