Project Dreams

(Boondox) <br>Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday <br>Tired of sellin` cocaine, folks tryna` trap me <br>Every night dreamin bout livin life lavish <br>A watch full of karats, a candy coated Caddy <br>Off the show flo`, sittin on fo` Vouges <br>Oak wood gear shift, ??? dash door <br>Choppin on seventeen inch Enki`s <br>Bling bling from my mouth to my pinky <br>Enough about my jewelry, grill, and my Fleetwood <br>Tryna still live stable so my folks can eat good <br>House sittin out on the hill to sleep good <br>Livin peaceful, just like we should <br>Money legal, no more sellin reefer <br>No more FEDs tryna` stick me like a needle <br>When it`s cold outdo` come in I heat ya <br>He ain`t gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya <br>Bump worryin `bout that burgular comin to creep ya <br>Get trapped by alarms and the millimeter <br>I`m a do or die playa for my people, follow the leader <br>I`m my brotha`s keeper, for real <br><br>(Chorus-both) <br>I`m a have me a big nice Caddy <br>House on the hill for my ma` and my pappy <br>Live life happy and I`m still nappy <br>Makin legal money, no FEDs tryna` trap me <br>I`m a have me a big nice Caddy <br>House on the hill for my ma` and my pappy <br>Live life happy and I`m still nappy<br>Nigga, legal money, no FEDs tryna` trap me <br>If you ever been broke put your hands up <br>You been broke put your hands up, put your hands up <br>If you ever been broke put your hands up <br>You been broke put your hands up, put `em up <br><br>(Kalage) <br>What ya know `bout havin no dough, no coat for the winter <br>Remember, we poor folk <br>Most cut yolk and smoke coke, cut throats in ya dope, hoe <br>Talk about they wanna `Lac with four do`s, no Vogues <br>Wood kit and Momo`s <br>I gets Polo, pockets so swol`, Jenny Craig <br>Naw, Escalade hog, in the yard <br>Breakin all ya folks too, belly full a soul food <br>Chittlens, greens, pork chops, green beens <br>Yeah I pray for that, each and every day I rap <br>I rap with guard, `cause I feel you ain`t really safe with gats <br>We escape slacks, the government help and welfare <br>My folk cries to the Lord, ain`t no help there <br>We ain`t have much, or less to brag about, but mo` to lose <br>I ran the street, mama told me go to school <br>But now I got a chance to change things and maintain <br>Mo` so, I ain`t gotta slang `caine anymore <br>Hell yeah boy, you really understand dirt <br>Well I`m a rap if you gon` clap until your hands hurt <br>I ain`t the only person feel like I feel, that there live like I live <br>And wanna chill, for real <br><br>(Chorus) <br><br>(Boondox) Now put your hands up if you`re broke, folks tried <br> to spoil ya <br> With fried bologna sandwiches and sugar water <br>(Kalage) Put ya hands up, if you feel my hurt <br> Have you ever bathed with soap the size of a Cert <br>(B) Don`t disguise the dirt did `cause we all know rocks <br> It`s the real reason furniture go to the pawn shop <br>(K) `Cause ya crackhead cuz smokin the car antennas <br>(B) Understand see... <br>(K) It`s a junkie in every family <br>(B) Them my hand-me-down, tight pants, lookin slim in `em <br> If they too big... <br>(K) What you do? <br>(B) Put a hem in `em <br>(K) `Member talkin over the loud sounds when the wind blow <br> `Cause the trash bag`s replacin yo` car window <br>(B) Man, I been poor <br>(K) I been poor <br>(Both) Man, we been poor! <br> That`s how it is in the Field, for real <br><br>(Chorus) 2x