Tonalidad: C# minor•
Verse 1
F#m
Uh, what, what, uh
A
Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and
300 E's
B
A drug dealer's destiny is
F#m
reaching a ki
Everybody's looking for something
A
Street dreams are made of
B
F#m
these
A
B
Shorties on they knees for niggas
F#m
A
with big
B
F#m
cheese
A
F#m
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking
A
for something
Verse 2
My man put me up for the share, one-
C#m
fourth of a square
F#m
Headed for Delaware,
A
with one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but
B
F#m
the dime sack we blazed
A
B
F#m
With the glaze
C#m
B
, that we find when we crave
F#m
Dollars and cents,
A
B
a fugitive with two attempts
F#m
Jakes had no trace of the face,
A
now they drew a print
B
Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty
E
F#m
I'ma try to get filthy,
A
purchase a club and start up realty
C#m
For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream
F#m
If I conceal my scheme, then
precisely I'll build my cream
A
The first trip without the clique
B
F#m
A
B
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick,
F#m
this is it
A
C#m
F#m
A
B
C#m
Fresh face, NY plates got a
F#m
A
crooked eye for the Jakes
I want it all, ArmorAll Benz
E
and endless papes
F#m
God sake, what nigga got to do
A
to make a half million
C#m
Without the FBI catching feelings?
Verse 3
F#m
Street dream s are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A
A drug dealer's destiny is
reaching a ki
Everybody's looking for something
B
C#m
F#m
Street dreams
are made of these
A
Shorties on they knees for niggas
with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
B
Everybody's looking for something
Verse 4
F#m
From Fat Cat to Pappy,
A
niggas see the cat
Twenty- five to flat,
E
F#m
push a thousand feet back
Holding gats wasn't making
A
me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing
C#m
crack down the toilet
Two sips from bein alcoholic
F#m
A
Nine- hundred- ninety nine
thou' from being rich
C#m
But now, I'm all for it
F#m
My man saw it like
Dionne Warwick
A
A wiser team for a wiser dream
C#m
we could all score with
F#m
The cartel,
A
B
F#m
Argentina coke with the nina
A
Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina
B
Trina got the fishscale between her
F#m
A
The way the bitch shook her ass,
B
C#m
yo, the dogs never seen her
F#m
A
She got me back living sweeter,
fresh Caesar
B
Guess, David Robinson's,
F#m
A
Walle' moccasins
B
F#m
Bitches blow me while hopping in
A
the drop- top BM'
C#m
Word is bond, son, I had that
F#m
A
bitch down on my shit like this
Verse 5
A
B
made of these
C#m
F#m
A
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny
is reaching a ki
C#m
Everybody's look ing for something
E
F#m
Street dreams are made of these
A
Shorties on they knees for
niggas with big cheese
C#m
Who am I to disagree?
F#m
Everybody's looking
Verse 6
Growing up project- struck,
C#m
F#m
looking for luck, dreaming
Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what
I'm seeing
A
Cars, ghetto stars pushing
ill Europeans
G'ing, heard about them old
Young, early 80's, throwing
F#m
rocks at the crazy lady
Worshipping every word them rope
A
rocking niggas gave me
The street raised me up giving a fuck
B
E
F#m
I thought Jordan's and a gold chain
was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers,
A
the addicts, everybody
C#m
Cut out of class just to smoke
F#m
blunts and drink noddy
Ain't that funny? Getting
A
put on to crack money
With all the gunplay,
B
F#m
painting the kettle black hungry
A
C#m
A case of beers in the staircase,
F#m
I wasted years
A
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping
coke as they career
E
F#m
But I'm a rebel stressing to pull out
of the heat, no doubt
A
With Jeeps tinted out, spending,
C#m
never holding out
Verse 7
F#m
Street dreams are made of these Niggas push
Bimmers and 300 E's
A
A drug dealer's destiny
is reaching a ki
C#m
Everybody's looking for something
F#m
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees
A
for niggas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something
B
Street dreams are made of these Niggas
Verse 8
F#m
push Bimmers and
300 E's
A
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a ki
B
Everybody's looking for something
F#m
A
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for
niggas with big cheese
C#m
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for
F#m
something
Yeah, nigga, what? Oh, shit
Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?
A
Yo, they shot dunn,
Verse 9
dawg
C#m
F#m
Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all,
A
B
F#m
A
I don't give a fuck-
B
Look, he on his back right now
F#m
A
We gotta get up outta
here, son
Yo, come on run, yo
C#m
F#m
Watch out, man, yo watch out ,
watch out, nigga
Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
A
Yo, I twisted that kid, right?
C#m
Hell yeah, dunn
F#m
Yo, why you-
Yo, yo, come on though
(Oh, shit)
A
Yo, we gotta got up outta here,
yo
B
You think somebody
F#m
A
peeped that?
Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo,
C#m
as long as we get rid o-
F#m
Get rid of the heat, yo
Fuck that
A
Get rid of the heat, yo
Come on, come on, I'm threw that shit,
come on
We gotta bounce, yo
Let's bounce
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