[Verse 1]. Nigga this is not a fictional tale this shit real. Who's sittin' in the Bookings? Charged direct sale. Third shootout… who was fightin' for positions?. Shell casings out my 9 flyin' through your mama kitchen. Paper we stack it yeah pistols we pack it. You fuck around we'll blow your heart out the back of your jacket. Bitch get down or lay down my work is that chach. ‘Cause he got big now he lieutenant so he sit there and watch. I swear to God I think I had the same vision that K had. Woke up sayin' “we gon' turn them corners to Baghdad”. Yeah we was young but we had guns we started juxing niggas. All you hear is Boo-Boo fuckin' with them Brooklyn niggas. I had supreme schemes call it Wall thoughts. Start shootin' I bet I'll clear off the ball court. I want it all that's just how I fuckin' feel boy. Get in the way you gon' take you a trip to Deramores. [Hook]. I'm dreamin' of…. My dream of freedom…. Financial freedom. [Verse 2]. This is to big bags of bread and some coke nigga. You can get with the program fam'll get smoked nigga. We was a school of sharks - a bunch of young soldiers. Open your head when you're half dead – you see? I told you. On the island got that burner got the flamethrower. A couple niggas got blown I got my name known. Over the phones soon as I'm home the game's sewn. I got connections – look bitch I'm connected. And I ain't givin' niggas no passes so respect it. Or get dealt with I'll break you off proper. You ready to die huh? Too much Big Poppa. Easy – nigga chill or get laid out. I'll put a hole in you then find out what your gang ‘bout. I do my dirt I'm hardly ever by my lonely. I got that tek with that cooling system on me. You think you want it you don't want it with me homie. [Hook]. I'm dreamin' of…. My dream of freedom…. Financial freedom. [Verse 3]. We stackin' paper ‘til we strong then we takin' over. Grab a gat bring the crack back with baking soda. Bridge the gap get slapped actin' like you know us. North Pole nah Southside produce the colas. We're the last of our litter this is what they taught us. We've got to kill what we eat that nigga came up on us. If you ain't gamblin' get the fuck out the spot boy. Shoot an ace off your foot that's some shit you should get shot for. Fuck it when I win I'm a winner – when I lose I'm a winner. ‘Cause to my niggas y'all niggas lookin' like steak dinner. You screw your face the fuck up you goin' through what?. The strap big enough in my truck to chew your crew up. Nigga stand down or get manned down. Mack two clips 30 rounds plus 30 rounds flip it around. You gon' fuck around and get jammed up blammed up. Hit your spine a standup nigga can't even stand up. [Hook]. I'm dreamin' of…. My dream of freedom…. Financial freedom