Mobb Deep - Daydreamin' lyrics

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers That brand new car smell We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A. The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough So I don't gotta f**in' day dream no more Coming up we ain't have much, a lot of canned food Cereal in the white box with powdered milk too My moms couldn't buy me the shoes I want We put lay-away on sh** that only cost a few bucks It's cool to have shelto, I had the libeaz With the weak a** Velcro, looking ridiculous I knew way back then we had to step it up 'Cause waiting for the bus in the snow wasn't us Me and hav' took the train from Manhattan to Conney Everyday and night just so we can got songs done We had guns, weed and a couple of forties If we got lucky on the way, we could jook someone We used to watch video music box And pray maybe one day we could get a shot Outside, my n***az had all that sh** you see on T.V. From money that they made off the block Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers That brand new car smell We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A. The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough So I don't gotta f**in' day dream no more My day dreams is more like nightmares A vigil, bullet proof cars, supped up time shares My friends did a turn 'cause it's not they turn Or how the streets gonna be when they release fur When I get that million bucks will I remain the same? Or will I have to get at n***az 'cause they sayin' I changed? Will everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech? When n***az put me to the test, have me clapping the heat I used to think bein' rich, ain't all that bad A far cry from what a dream was all I had Do I got the right team or they riding for cash Would they jump in front of me when them cameras flash Is the 'pop police, gon' be up my a** Can't leave the heat under the seat, gotta find a better stash Gotta collect receipts 'cause that b**h uncle Sam Invades your space when you evade his tax Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers That brand new car smell We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A. The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough So I don't gotta f**in' day dream no more