Shakur Ice insured, fuck life insurance Three bad bitches, it don't come concurrent Still, you know the dope won't stop And if I die today bury me in a dope
'm runnin like I'm smokin Remember those days when I went to bed hungry All I ever ate was white rice and honey Big dreams in my head empty my tummy
s a beautiful day I'm in love it's a beautiful way I dont care what the weathermen say It's a beautiful day The dream of Hougie Newton that's what I'm living through The dream
see all of the lights [Verse 2 - Big Sean] Ready, set Go, go, go, go, go, till you can't go no more I'm ill times ill, dope plus dope Westside bitch
I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch
that Tiny's gonna say hello Scratch your dad, do that bird Suck that pig and bring it on home Think that dream and nose that dope Tell 'em all that
tarred Memory erased, burned and scarred Trade in ya history for a VCR Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture, Americana Chained to the dream
Alright Alright Alright Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams Don't everybody like the taste of apple
dream American life I live the American dream You are the best thing I've seen You are not just a dream American life, American dream American life, American dream
I'm sittin' twelve feet, fuck, can you tell me I let the 12's beat, 'Nightmare on Elm Street' So don't fall asleep 'cause my life a dream And they ain
But all the pretty, pretty ones Will leave you low and blow your mind We're all stars now in the dope show We're all stars now in the dope show ["
dream 'Cause every night I get a vision of that Same thing [the same one I fucked up] And like a fool I'm on a block We're sellin' mo' dope, fuckin' wit
candy paint Fresh shoes and clothes, keep several hoes Y'all idolize me, I do it for the dollar Girls slide down the pole, niggas trick for hoes We sell tons of dope
that a nigga's broke Makes him more prone to drop out of school and fuck with dope With hopes of gettin paper and chasin his fuckin dream But America'
what's happenin' baby? Wsup, wsup witcha? Tryin' to get this loot Yeah, know what I'm sayin'? No doubt So what's it gon' be? Women, whiskey, weed Dope
I started small time, dope game, pushin' on the corner Twenty cent cook up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin' marijuana
rappin' For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added That's where the a-raps headin' Even when I sleep they in cavage Lavage shit Do automatics with scopes under my mattress With the dope
know who kept us laughing the hardest Since our sacks was the largest Didn't take us long to corner the market I remember everyday was a party 15 16 with dreams