wishing I had cable but that gon cost a few dimes
can’t deal with anymore problems, my life is unstable
crime no longer paying, fallen thru hard times
no longer high maintenance now wearing fake labels
sitting and dreaming that someone will pay for my rhymes
everyone round my way desperately needs money
but we all greedy as we all want a whole lot more
to go on expensive holidays were its always sunny
be a V.I.P and be able to buy out a whole store
collecting that pollen and making life as sweet as honey
as I’ll be someone important the whole world won’t ignore
the whole dream is centred around MTV cribs
everybody wants to be like that tall dark rich handsome guy
with a mansion in Beverly hills’ and another two in shanghai
on his drive way he got a Ferrari and two Lamborghinis
inside his house girls running around in their bikinis
rubbing the lamp and wishing I had my own genie
at the moment I dream it but when I wake I will make it
inspired by Jesus so I’m turning paper into money
collecting that pollen and making life as sweet as honey
one day when the dream exists I’ll sit back and reminisce
fear nothing as look I straight into the eyes of the abyss
as I see myself sitting at my table writing a few rhymes
wishing I had cable but I know that gonna cost a few dimes
