Project Dreamz

I'ma have me a big nice Caddy House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy Live life happy and I'm still nappy Makin legal money, no feds tryna' trap me I'ma have me a big nice Caddy House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy Live life happy and I'm still nappy Nigga, legal money, no feds tryna' trap me If you ever been broke put your hands up You been broke put your hands up, put your hands up You ever been broke put your hands up You been broke put your hands up, put 'em up Verse 2 [Kalage]: What ya know 'bout havin no dough, no coat for the winter Remember, we poor folk Most cut yolk and smoke 'ports, cut throats and ya dope hoe Talk about they wanna 'Lac with four do's, no Vogues Wood kit and Momo's Outfits- Polo, pockets- so swole, Jenny Craig called- Escalade hog in the yard Breakin off ya folks too, belly full of soul food Chitt'lins, greens, pork chops, green beens Yeah I pray for that, each and every day I rap I rap with God, 'cause I feel you ain't really safe with gats We escape slacks, but government helped in welfare My folk cries to the law and ain't no help there