Nastee - I Dream B.I.G. lyrics

[Produced by Buckwild] [Intro] I Dream B.I.G, uh I Dream B.I.G, Termanology Sheek Louch Yeah, SP Buckwild on the beat, uh [Verse 1: Termanology] I don't sell d** I'm a rhyme seller Saving for the crib with the wine cellar Other crib got the high rise elevator Sky dive out the window and hit a jet propeller Tryna cop me a skyscraper with my paper Make my bank account balance multiply major It's all mathematics, my whip and my chain matches I ain't tryna hang with these average chickens my aim is lavish Fortune 500 on my mind cousin Pick a Porsche lift the doors, suicide stuntin' You ever see the eyes on a gold digger? Like a goldfish floating down a cold river, ugh Baby sharks in a fish tank Corporate accounts in a swiss bank Still, I know it's hard to believe But I work so hard, I'm like can't I just dream? [Hook] I Dream B.I.G I Dream B.I.G I Dream B.I.G., it was all a dream Dream B.I.G No doubt Termanology D Block Sheek Louch Term [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] I Dream B.I.G All these white presidents, now we got a nig You would think that would take some power from the pig But nope they k**ing us right where we f**ing live From crack rocks to n***as worrying about the hiv Should I preach?, Or should I rap about some sh** you can't reach? Hold up, I Dream B.I.G Ferraris, weed blowed up Rolex on, fronting with my sleeve rolled up I Dream B.I.G., G5 pilot directions Ten b**hes on there with a** injections I throw that money at them like I'm up in perfections Chinese guyanese, different complexions My n***as coming home with no parole Artist be artist, and these labels not controlling their soul Back to back dutches like I'm smoking a cig Some think about 2Pac but me and L.O.X. we Dream B.I.G [Hook] Term what up Louch what up Statik what up Buck what up Yeah [Verse 3: Styles P] I Dream B.I.G Used to hustle work right out of a fiends crib Made a little cash when they was down on the phone Used to fall asleep and dream about the islands I own Had a air craft carrier to carry the jets The fleet of the whips And all of the set The quarterback, bought the whole front line a Rolex Perpetual piece, connect with the streets Dissecting the beats, until the lesson is complete And whoever try to test know the weapons released I Dream B.I.G., took me a nap and seen B.I.G Woke and lit the smoke, started spitting some mean sh** Helicopters and cartiers, chicks in the green six or the white five Reciting Melle Mel on white lines Hedge funds money and pipe lines Living with your family and live out your lifetime [Hook]