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You, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars
You want the face, on that Rolex shinin' like the stars
Don't worry Mayne, you could get it Mayne
If you look in the sky and you don't see your dream
Man don't feel defeated, 'cause trust me you can build itNow hear the words that I flow when I spit
I know shorties that be havin' dreams of goin' legit
But the hustle quicker so they cop a fo' on the split
Now they got enough money where they can go get a brickIt's on, ain't nuttin' gon' stop us now
Gotta look at 24's while they watch us now
Spinners rollin' up the block while they pump out noise
But they always get into it with the jump out boysAnd why? Take a look at all the people that got dubs
You ain't legitimate, you out here servin' them rocks up
I know you want the radio and screens to pop up
But we gotta get the money and try not to get locked upKnow the difference between real and fake
Different work is just like different real estate
Open your mind, you got more than the skill to take
'Cause I knowYou, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars
You want the face, on that Rolex shinin' like the stars

Don't worry Mayne, you could get it Mayne
If you look in the sky and you don't see your dream
Man don't feel defeated, 'cause trust me you can build itUh, one time for my niggaz on the corner
With the burners on and with the fresh yams in they tube socks
Uh, two times for my niggaz with they hands in the air
Singin' a prayer 'cause the game left their dude shotYes, I know that puzzle
Niggaz at each other thinkin' they will bust you
The bang is the same even if it's muffled
But the moment so loud when a dead man hug youHe's cold in your arms, but you ain't gon' be foldin' your arms
You gon' be lowered in your arms
Cryin' to open the jar, and to add injury to insult
You're smokin' your life awayLook at me, big car, big house, big jewels
All that came out my backpack
You ain't gon' do it, it ain't gon' work, you ain't gon' prove it
Even though that hurt, I just skated past thatLook, everybody got dreams about ki's
Chains full of ice with S after the V's
Horse on the hood, a grill full with the B's
Dangling your feet in San Turiny breezeMake a virtual picture, and spin around
That ain't it, well fuck it nigga we get it down
Never try to grab your ankle nigga, we'll kick 'em down
Focus up, we gotta hit it now, bruhWhen your cell goes clink, that's when you forfeit
All them dreams, all that divorce it
You ain't even get to see new mansion and Porsche shit
This dedicated to my man up in Norfolk, locked upYou, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars
You want the face, on that Rolex shinin' like the stars
Don't worry Mayne, you could get it Mayne
If you look in the sky and you don't see your dream
Man don't feel defeated, 'cause trust me you can build itHa ha, wait
Ha ha, waitMy nigga open yo' mind, mind, aren't you ready to go?
All of my dears inside, side, let 'em blow like 'droThrough the wisdom of a prism I see I don't wanna go to prison
I make the decision to get liver
Reminiscin' as I take a listen to my nigga 'Pac
While I envision my 'Ambitions Az a Ridah'Listen to Pharrell spit to the track
Pull up in a burgundy Bentley with a bitch in the back
I get to the paper like a hyper get to the crack
I ain't speculatin' homey I just stick to the facts, c'monIf you wanna get the money and the status and the mob
Better ride when you roll with the crew
Take a listen for the bub hit the bud
When you hear this in the club then you know what to doLook at the vision of a mack spittin' crack on the track
Throw these stacks in the black Cadillac
Get it like Twista and Neptunes, I got your back
And know youYou, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars
You want the face, on that Rolex shinin' like the stars
Don't worry Mayne, you could get it Mayne
If you look in the sky and you don't see your dream
Man don't feel defeated, 'cause trust me you can build itHa ha, wait
Ha ha, waitMy nigga open yo' mind, mind, aren't you ready to go?
All of my dears inside, side, let 'em blow like 'droHa ha, wait
Ha ha, waitHa ha, wait
Ha ha, wait

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Biography Under his belt the "coffee Shop" album, self produced, written, engineered in a studio he built by hand, enthusiasm and sweat. "A terrific sound achievement" as reveiwed yet and still can not describe the success and the failure is not an option drive behind Prahphet's repetoire. Born in Compton, raised in South Central Los Angeles as a teen with lyrics that imitate a Nas in his younger industry years. Prahphet shows versatility in his music similar to "Nike's" where he describes a day in the life of a pair of Nike's purchased by a thug in the city of South Cen.

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