Street Dreams lyrics

[Chorus]

Street dreams are made of these

Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's

A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key

Everybody's looking for something

Street dreams are made of these

Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese

Who am I to disagree?

Everybody's looking for something

[Verse 1]

My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square

Headed for Delaware with one change of gear

Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed

With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave

Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts

Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print

Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty

I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up a realty

For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream

If I conceal my scheme then precisely I'll build my cream

The first trip without the clique

Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it

Fresh face, NY plates got a crooked eye for the Jakes

I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes

God sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half a million

Without the FBI catching feelings

[Chorus]

Street dreams are made of these

Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's

A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key

Everybody's looking for something

Street dreams are made of these

Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese

Who am I to disagree?

Everybody's looking for something

[Verse 2]

From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat

Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back

Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back

Living with Moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet

Two sips from being alcoholic

Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich

But now I'm all for it

My man saw it like Dionne Warwick

A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with

The cartel Argentina coke with the nina

Up in the hotel, smoking on Sessamina

Trina got the fishscale between her

The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her

She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar

Guess, David Robinson's, Wally moccasins

Bitches blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM

Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this

[Chorus]

Street dreams are made of these

Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's

A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key

Everybody's looking for something

Street dreams are made of these

Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese

Who am I to disagree?

Everybody's looking for something

[Verse 3]

Growing up project-struck, looking for luck, dreaming

Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing

Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans

G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n

Young early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady

Worshipping every word them rope-rocking niggas gave me

The street raised me up giving a fuck

I thought Jordans and a gold chain was living it up

I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody

Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink noddy

Ain't that funny, getting put on to crack money

With all the gunplay, painting the kettle black hungry

A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years

Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career

But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt

With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out

[Chorus]

Street dreams are made of these

Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's

A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key

Everybody's looking for something

Street dreams are made of these

Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese

Who am I to disagree?

Everybody's looking for something

Street dreams are made of these

Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's

A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key

Everybody's looking for something

Street dreams are made of these

Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese

Who am I to disagree?

Everybody's looking for something

• Artist:Nas
• Album:It Was Written