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Verse 1

Yeah, it was all a dream, corner store schemes

Fulton Street steam, sippin' quarter waters, cream

Raised on B.I.G. dreams, Bed-Stuy regime

Where the fiends lean and the sirens scream

Momma worked doubles, stove cold, no bubbles

Now the bubbles in the tub be Dom, no troubles

Used to hit the stoop, now I hit the stoop in coupes

With the roof translucent, watch the troops get loose

Hook

It was all a dream, now we live supreme

From the concrete, rose the cream

Bed-Stuy, do or die, why ask why?

We just touch the sky, then we say goodbye

Verse 2

Versace frames, cocaine, campaign

In the fast lane, switchin' lanes, no brain

Used to pack the U-Haul, now the jewels fall

Presidential Rollie, no electoral

Spit that rhetoric, check the metric

Every bar a brick, every hook a death wish

From the bench to the Benz, enemies to friends

When the money talks, the nonsense ends

Bridge - spoken

"See, that's the thing about dreams...

They don't mean a damn thing 'til you wake up and build 'em."

Verse 3

Sky's the limit? Nah, I bought the building

Tenants pay the rent while I'm yacht chillin'

Paradise lost? Nah, paradise found

In the compound, forty acres, no hounds

Used to be a clown, now the king with the crown

Heavy is the head, but the throne stays brown

Leather and wood, understood, it's all good

From the hood to Hollywood, misunderstood

Outro

Yeah... dreams...

Bed-Stuy...

Fulton...

'96 forever...

Rest in peace to the streets that raised me...

We made it.