Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Triple Beam Dreams, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Triple Beam Dreams |
| Its time to take it to the other side |
| The side you gotta watch A&E cable television for homie |
| But we live this shit |
| I’m not a star |
| But thats a lie |
| I’ve seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify |
| Spoke on a homocide |
| Amongst other things |
| Even shared my triple beam dreams |
| A project minded individual criminal tactics |
| Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive |
| Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us |
| They liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors |
| I remember watching Scarface the first time |
| Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime |
| How could I sell this poison to peoples in my mind |
| They dumb to destroy themselves is how I rationalise |
| In a bastardised nation, Magnum 4.5 carrying |
| Where I’m from, ain’t far from Washington Heights the cop Aryan |
| A rookie boy the cookie didn’t make no profit |
| A stranger to the block I damn near had to make them cop it |
| It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it’s garbage |
| I brought it back to poppy, ain’t tryna take no losses |
| He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses |
| He gives me powder he has faith in Nases |
| Ambition’s to distribute coke |
| Had additions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes |
| But I’m again broke |
| This shit ain’t cut for me, other dealers they up their orders |
| Barely at 62′s they already up they quotas |
| They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya |
| I’m at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal |
| Picturin' piping out the seats of a Pathfinder |
| Powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds |
| My junior high school class, wish I stayed there |
| Illegal entreprenuer I got my grades there |
| Blaming society, man it wasn’t made fair |
| I would be Ivy League if America played fair |
| Poor excuse and so I was |
| Throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love |
| Evil the secret life of G’s |
| You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams |
| Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters |
| Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators |
| 20 flat screens they got cameras every angle |
| Dope been coming so you know the income major |
| Rule number 1 I can’t do business with a stranger |
| Contract killers coming when I feel in danger |
| Early nineties reminscing when I had a pager |
| Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour |
| Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga |
| In a court room spraying like a germ nigga |
| 25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes |
| Cooperation got them red necks dropping time |
| Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute |
| We was all cool stacking them Acura coupes |
| More accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool |
| Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school |
| Fuck boy you caught up in my dream |
| Countin' cream on the cover of a magazine |
| I’m the Source, got the plug with the uncut |
| Jay-Z blue magic nigga, what! |
| what! |
| Brand new S Class with a meal ticket |
| Nigga cocaine white as Tommy Hilfiger |
| Ralph Lauren Blue Label as I’m gettin' high |
| Triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys |
| Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga |
| ‘Fore you sell dope there’s shit you gotta learn nigga |
| Home invasions, ducktape |
| Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face |
| Fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts |
| Slow leaks, gotta air ‘em out |
| Kill ‘em all, Rolls Royce Ghost nigga ball |
| Phantom drop head shit, I had to get ‘em all |
| Niggas hate but they know they never get involved |
| Food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a |
| Triple beam dreams, the ghetto’s my reality |
| I’m from where ya hustle determines ya salary |
| 6 figure family member, nigga forget about it |
| Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it |
| I got a plan nigga just believe in me |
| Triple beam dreaming with this thing me |
| Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters |
| Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators |
| 20 flat screens they got cameras every angle |
| Dope been coming so you know the income major |
| Rule number 1: I can’t do business with a stranger |
| Contract killers coming when I feel in danger |
| Early nineties reminscing when I had a pager |
| Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour |