Versace Dreamz

We had Versace dreams turn to nightmares I tell em thugs don’t cry we don’t shed tears Even tho my mama said that we would make it there I was always confused late night affair Situations that make you change Watching my friends die dats in close range Home life was in dis arrange In my eyes you can see the rage In my eyes you can see the pain Why I’m always at the club tryna make it rain Hanging wit snakes dey want financial gain Never know who yo friends an really that’s a shame Trust a soul dnt trust a soul In the truck yeah I’m swerving all the pot holes Back pocket where I write my goal Even though they try to kill you cuz you rock gold Got em coughing.......common cold I just want some money like in six fold I just want the money that’s the only goal Raise my kids yeah they never really need a hoe Never really need a bitch Big house big house... white picket fence Neighborhood call it Richie rich Man I want my next life to be this sick