Letras
Quality Street Music (Gangsta Grizzillz)
I'ma write these raps like my cup runneth over
I'ma write these raps like book of rhymes got stolen
I'ma write these raps like Nipsey still somewhere on Slauson
I'ma write these raps like I was born and raised in Marcy
Can I write these raps like I'm Biggie off his stoop?
Can I write these raps like I'm Crip-walkin' with Snoop?
In a red Nike Tech, can I write it from a YN's perspective?
Moissanite necklace in a Hellcat I might die in
Can I spit these bars like I'm freestylin' for Nas?
Outside of Hot 97 while I'm leanin' on 50's car
Can I spit these verse like I'm outside of Niketown?
With Donda's son, back and forth, need a Lil Boosie to come and wipe me down
Can I drop these names? I mean, this shit just part of the game
And, no, I'm not insane, I never claimed a Long Beach gang
Can I spit my truth? It was Dr. Dre that cut me loose
Everybody was movin' shady, I just didn't have no proof
What dreams are made of (realest shit I ever wrote)
What dreams are made of (might just have to kill a GOAT)
What dreams are made of (realest shit I ever wrote)
What dreams are made of
When I die, tell 'em study my brain at Harvard
So they can understand why Malcolm X never met Marcus Garvey
I'm on a different type of time
And this ain't for the top 40, these are different type of rhymes
Type shit, they got Ol' Dirty and Young Thug with Mariah
Type shit went into the veins of Richard Pryor
Type shit have you in your Maybach cryin'
'Cause your memory startin' to fade and you ain't take no pictures prior
Can I pray for y'all, do it one time for my granny?
Can y'all pray for me, that my next album win a Grammy?
Can I cheer for Dot, 'cause I knew one day, he'd be great?
Keep it one hunnid, tell y'all I still fuck with Drake
I'm standin' in The Gap with all these tattoos on my face
And my Dodger hat will never be worn with no disgrace
Tell 'em, "Copy that," I'm a GOAT and I know my place
You would think I just beat a murder and dropped Murder Was the Case (mm)
What dreams are made of (oh) (realest shit I ever wrote)
What dreams are made of (na-na-na-na-na) (might just have to kill a GOAT)
What dreams are made of (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (realest shit I ever wrote)
What dreams are made of (Legendary, Gangsta Grizzillz)