ترانه:
The Dream My Black Everything

rock my clothes Rock my ice, pull out Glocks, stop my life (Uhh) I'm like, "Damn, how these niggaz got they trust? Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my

mean? How can I trust my fractious heart Knowing I have the enemy gene? Ooh, love breaks the machine Everything's half a dream, how can it be? Everything

ll Ridin? dirty got goons in the double R It?s the black flag We a coomal square? Nigga with the cash Come to Hustle Hard Million Dollar Dreams Money on my

' to get me for my money Now she laughing to the bank and ain't a damn thing funny My momma lights off and my daddy don't call And my nigga got killed

no such thing as too much If you gave me everything it'd never be enough, yeah My black coffee with sugar, no cream in the morning You're my super double caffeine dream

my little town Nothing but the dead and dying Back in my little town In my little town, I never meant nothin' I was just my father's son Saving my money, dreaming

on you When you think everything's okay and everything's goin' right, right And life has a funny way nobody helpin' you out when You think everyhing's gone wrong and everything

you there I wanna take you there I gotta take you there I gotta take you there I wanna take you there I wanna take you there To the blackstreet Black, black, black

to make a scene Hop in that machine You can roll with the machine Moneys in my jeans Imma a money fiend I put that on everything That im chasin every dream