Triple Beam Dreams lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]

It's time to take you to the other side

The side you gotta watch your A&E cable television for homie

But we live this shit

I'm not a star, well that's a lie

I seen a man raise his hand on the stand, he testified

Spoke on the homicides, amongst other things

Even shared my triple beam dreams

[Verse 1: Nas]

A project minded individual, criminal tactics

Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive

Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional, they describe us

They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors

I remember watchin' Scarface the first time

Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime

How could I sell this poison to my peoples, in my mind?

They dumb and destroy themselves is how I rationalize

In the bastardized nation, Magnum .45 carryin'

Where I'm from ain't far from Washington Heights to cop Aryan

A rookie boy, the cookie didn't make no profit

A stranger to the block, I damn near had to make them cop it

It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage

I brought it back to papi, ain't tryna take no losses

He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face, then pauses

He gives me powder, he has faith in Nas' ambitions to distribute coke

Had addictions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes, but I'm again broke

This shit ain't cut for me, other dealers, they up their orders

Barely at 62s, they already up to quarters

They out there every day, some true hustlers for you

I'm at it half way, none of my customers are loyal

Picturin' pipin' out the seats of a Pathfinder

Powerful pursuit for pussy, cash, to flash diamonds

My junior high school class, wish I stayed there

Illegal entrepreneur, I got my grades there

Blamin' society, mad, it wasn't made fair

I would be Ivy League if America played fair

Poor excuse, and so I was

Throwin' rocks at the pen, just for the love

Before the evil, the secret life of G's

You seein' me blurry, triple beam dreams

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Pocket full of money, parkin' lot full of them haters

Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators

20 flat screens and got cameras every angle

Dope been comin' so you know the income major

Rule number 1: I can't do business with a stranger

Contract killers comin' when I feel endangered

Early 90s reminiscin' when I had a pager

Triple beam dreams: now Pat Riley my neighbor

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Fuck boy, talkin' out of turn nigga

In the court room, spreadin' like a germ nigga

25 on the line, them niggas droppin' dimes

Cooperation got them rednecks droppin' time

Khaki suits and some niggas go to actin' cute

We was all cool, stackin' in Acura coupes

More accurately, we acted as is if jackin' was cool

Snatchin' niggas out they shoes then wear jackets to school

Fuck boy, you caught up in my dream

Countin' cream on the cover of a magazine

I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut

Jay-Z Blue Magic nigga, what what

Brand new S Class with a meal ticket

Nigga cocaine white as Tommy Hilfiger

Ralph Lauren Blue Label as I'm gettin' high

Triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiples

Fuck boy, talkin' out of turn nigga

'Fore you sell dope, it's shit you gotta learn nigga

Home invasions, duct tape

Fornicatin', countin' money with a fuck face

Fuckin' bitches that be givin' up your whereabouts

Slow leaks, gotta air em out

Kill 'em all, Rolls Royce Ghost nigga, ball

Phantom drop head, shit I had to get em all

Niggas hate but they know they never get involved

Food on the plate, fuck em all, I could send my dog

Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality

I'm from where your hustle determines your salary

Six figure family member, nigga forget about it

Low income housin', nigga tryna get up out it

I got a plan little nigga, just believe in me

Triple beam dreamin' with this thing in me

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Pocket full of money, parkin' lot full of them haters

Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators

20 flat screens and got cameras every angle

Dope been comin' so you know the income major

Rule number 1: I can't do business with a stranger

Contract killers comin' when I feel endangered

Early 90s reminiscin' when I had a pager

Triple beam dreams: now Pat Riley my neighbor

• Artist:Rick Ross
• Album:Rich Forever (2012)