Dreams of something

(Pinda)
Last name, ever.
The first name, the greatest.
Started off with nothing,
Like a sprained ankle boy with nothing to play with.
Kicking rocks and stones, foot in the glass ever since I was a kid.
Isn't it crazy how you can go from being a Joe blow.
To nearly everybody on your dick, no homo.

(Jay)
I am and will always be a man, no man can take that.
No clan can fake that, even with a bullet in my face,
no man can disgrace that, no child can face that.
Got me thinking, this world is a fragile as a haysack.
Isn't that, (A bitch)

(Pinda)
I used to have ghetto and thug dreams.
Now all I have is big fame, big chains and movie scenes.
Fucking around and drinking, like a rebel in a teen.
Like cream in a jail cell sex scene.
The convict got pre-cum and need a sex clean.
Making millions was just a passion,
a dream from liquor drinking, green smoking and pistol blasting.