Ghetto Fantasies

Seem like...seem like you're always tryin' to get to a
certain point, know what I'm sayin'? Once you get
there, it ain't what you thought it was. So even the
realest mothafucka...mufuckas that seem like they got
it made, they got fantasies. There's no end to a
fantasy. Once you reach your fantasy, you got five
more fantasies. That's real. Come on with it, Foe
Foe.

It's all about the money, hoes, and gats
And hangin' with my Rydas smokin' bag after bag after
bag, whut!?
Cadillac
Bitch, we full-fledgin'
Raised up in the hood like a legend
Always contendin'
'Cause the top is where I'm headin'
Top of the world, I got the Rydas in diamonds, it's
all imbedded
I'm smokin' an ounce another mission, keepin' you hoes
On your toes
Foe Foe's about to blow, plow!!!
Give it to me, I want it all for me I'm greedy
Fulfillin' my ghetto fantasty, so fuck the needy

I was born in the ghetto where all my folks stay
Dreams of black trucks with bumps and pushin' weight
Livin' like a superstar
Hookin' up with mail fraud
Gettin' em' high and runnin' it for new cars
When I grew up, I wasn't worth a dime
Cribs with no lights, where I spent my time
Wasn't 'nough time
Steady high
Out for one time
Writin' rhymes
Blowin' mine
Pullin' nines
On a sucka
'Cause I was a broke mothafucka
Till I got with the Rydas, started sportin' black
trucks...

Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore
Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life
Rydas doin' wrong, I'm tryin' to do what's right,
y'all
Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore