Street Dreams mgk
"Street Dreams" by MGK, released in 2020, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of ambition, struggle, and the pursuit of dreams amidst adversity. The lyrics reflect personal experiences and the harsh realities of street life. The song features a blend of melodic hooks and hard-hitting beats, showcasing MGK's versatility. Its raw honesty resonates with listeners, contributing to MGK's cultural impact as a voice for the youth facing similar challenges.
[Intro]
On a east side night
Under that street light
On the corner of don't think twice
I find my mind where it shouldn't be (Kells)
[Verse 1]
Crack Rock in that padlock
With a stash spot in my ragtop
Street dreams, down the block from my dad's spot
Bad cops on my payroll (Payroll)
At a buck a pop like Faygo
Add 50 Cent for like three keys
Open up the doors for that Yayo
White nights and I make snow
Bright lights, then I lay low
Fight nights, I'm like Mike Tyson
KO for that peso
That's the life that we chose
Talking 'bout money, cars, and these clothes
Fuckin' with twenty broads that's exposed
And we in the strip clubs 'til they close
These are the chronicles of a hood motherfucker
Doin' what he gotta do to get paid
Chronic smoke in every follicle of my shades
Writing my obituary, diggin' my grave
'Cause all they say is jail or death
And I figure there ain't nothin' left that I ain't did
So since I'm knee deep in my shit, don't hold my breath
Oh shit, guess it's back to that broke shit
Roach clip in my ashtray
2Pac on my posters
Dreams of living like Sosa
But I'm wakin' up on this sofa
Said I'm wakin' up on this sofa
I ain't waiting 'round here no longer
On a east side night
Under that street light
On the corner of don't think twice
I find my mind where it shouldn't be (Kells)
[Verse 1]
Crack Rock in that padlock
With a stash spot in my ragtop
Street dreams, down the block from my dad's spot
Bad cops on my payroll (Payroll)
At a buck a pop like Faygo
Add 50 Cent for like three keys
Open up the doors for that Yayo
White nights and I make snow
Bright lights, then I lay low
Fight nights, I'm like Mike Tyson
KO for that peso
That's the life that we chose
Talking 'bout money, cars, and these clothes
Fuckin' with twenty broads that's exposed
And we in the strip clubs 'til they close
These are the chronicles of a hood motherfucker
Doin' what he gotta do to get paid
Chronic smoke in every follicle of my shades
Writing my obituary, diggin' my grave
'Cause all they say is jail or death
And I figure there ain't nothin' left that I ain't did
So since I'm knee deep in my shit, don't hold my breath
Oh shit, guess it's back to that broke shit
Roach clip in my ashtray
2Pac on my posters
Dreams of living like Sosa
But I'm wakin' up on this sofa
Said I'm wakin' up on this sofa
I ain't waiting 'round here no longer
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