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Young nigger with a mind of his own He the man of the house but he 15 years old Gotta play a nigger out but he ain't got nowhere to go Hanging with the old heads cause they tell him he can roll They don't see him as a man they see him as little bro He don't see them as his friends he see them as big bros So whatever they tell him, he adores for show He doing dirty never do cause daddy was home To see it's nothing [?] got a son tripping out He don't even wanna come home with all these niggers now He embarrassed but it's buried in his soul When they wonder why he snapping all the time slamming doors Calling his sister a hoe, she tells him listen [?] Moma thinkin' cause she [?] loving no more Say I never asked for the life he shows I hope I get a little piece around here when I go Go to sleep have a million dollar dreams That's something you can't take away from me Go to sleep have a million dollar dreams That's something you can't take away from me You can't take away from me, Yeah, he getting' older, mind getting' bolder He divising them plans so his pockets get swoll up Gun holder, never need a holster, Letras de cancionesHe don't shoot for fun, he don't ever need a poster Call his home boys up and tell them that it's over Them niggers in [?] for the last time, rolling On his enemies, for this winner cheese And they tell need a gun but he put it in his jeans Young soldier, about to grow up Knowing that he should throw the gun when the cops show up But he got pride shit, too much pride to take it [?] pocket And now pop shit, and he popped one, popped 2, And pop again whenever the cops came through Next thing you know, he was sitting in the cell Eyes closed, saying this shit to himself Go to sleep have a million dollar dreams That's something you can't take away from me Go to sleep have a million dollar dreams That's something you can't take away from me You can't take away from me, When he was locked, the whole fam tried to talk to him Told people he was [?] They went to visit, he ain't even come out for them Never wrote them back, and they never got a call from him And after that they would feeling sorry for them Cause mama was a wishful thinker so she bought a car for him She would cry every day pray to god she thinking it's so [?] gun that he pulled She can't blame herself, he don't blame himself He blames her for keeping him from his famous self He figured that he would be playing for the Bulls Vacation with the fam on a beach playing pool A year later his mama was at the store When a drunk man came and gunned her to the floor She died instantly like it was meant to be And home boy was getting out the pen 10 in a week Yeah, see we all got million dollar dream For that, we tend to forget about the people who love us the most You know what I'm saying? Can't forget your fam, can't forget your friends on the road to glory Cause it's easiest guy put them in your life, they could be gone. From Letras Mania