[Chorus: Tric the Tyrant]
Will they ever let me dream?
Of anything other then the p**y and the cream?
Glorify the hustle
But the hustle is the means
To the obscene
To getting green
[Verse 1: Tric the Tyrant]
I used to dream about falling in love
I used to dream about falling in love
I used to dream then the sh** hit me all sudden
You were right in front of me but I was busy fronting
Trying to put these records out
Grinding all night
That's what these records ‘bout
Listen up tight
I never even stopped to ask how the f** you been
Though you treat a brotha nice real genuine
Apologize for the nights we didn't get to hang
Apologize for all the girls you know I banged
I knew you loved me when you told me in October
But g sh**, homie, will you love me when I'm sober?
Ha! And when the partying is over
And will you love me when your friends tell you I told ya?
He's a no good
He from that old hood
He probably got another girl
You know how n***as do it
He probably tells you that he loves you
But no n***a could
You need a good man
So I guess no n***a should
But can I dream?
I'm married to the president
Of being past the bullsh** in the present tense
And being a father who's been present since
Dad set that precedent
Got me permanently on the residence
[Outro: Tric the Tyrant]
And I just wanna dream
But I know they'll never let me
Susie was an ally
But only when she would bed me
And Ty too
Only when she was wet g
Still afraid of alleys
Cause I know they're out to get me
I guess you can ask Freddy bout the rest b
Will they ever let me dream?
Of anything other then the p**y and the cream?