Seem like...seem like you're always tryin' to get to a

certain point, know what I'm sayin'? Once you get

there, it ain't what you thought it was. So even the

realest mothafucka...mufuckas that seem like they got

it made, they got fantasies. There's no end to a

fantasy. Once you reach your fantasy, you got five

more fantasies. That's real. Come on with it, Foe

Foe.



It's all about the money, hoes, and gats

And hangin' with my Rydas smokin' bag after bag after

bag, whut!?

Cadillac

Bitch, we full-fledgin'

Raised up in the hood like a legend

Always contendin'

'Cause the top is where I'm headin'

Top of the world, I got the Rydas in diamonds, it's

all imbedded

I'm smokin' an ounce another mission, keepin' you hoes

On your toes

Foe Foe's about to blow, plow!!!

Give it to me, I want it all for me I'm greedy

Fulfillin' my ghetto fantasty, so fuck the needy



I was born in the ghetto where all my folks stay

Dreams of black trucks with bumps and pushin' weight

Livin' like a superstar

Hookin' up with mail fraud

Gettin' em' high and runnin' it for new cars

When I grew up, I wasn't worth a dime

Cribs with no lights, where I spent my time

Wasn't 'nough time

Steady high

Out for one time

Writin' rhymes

Blowin' mine

Pullin' nines

On a sucka

'Cause I was a broke mothafucka

Till I got with the Rydas, started sportin' black

trucks...



Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore

Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life

Rydas doin' wrong, I'm tryin' to do what's right,

y'all

Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore