Artist: Reef the Lost Cauze Album: A Vicious Cycle Song: Thug Fantasy Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: movie samples] You ever dream... of havin everything you ever wanted All the money, all the bitchAZZ (Fly rides and ice, right? Ha ha, yeah) That's what we... call a thug fantasy [Chorus 2X: Reef the Lost Cauze] Exotic beaches, laid up on a canopy Private planes, smoke the finest haze with my family Keep a million stashed in the marble mantlepiece Guns butter and bitches, thug fantasy [Reef the Lost Cauze] Mahogany minks, dinin at the top of the Sphinx Glasses clink as we gobble our drinks Astoundin chains with impossible links Crystal china with coke residue powder on the sink In the den where I twist haze, lust to get paid Roll with killers who been gettin figures since the 6th grade My whip game is impeccable, incredible Fly through in this spaceship, extraterrestrial We professionals, invest and hit moves Sick coupe with the big shoes, nigga I'm a big dude Make big moves, headlines are normal My lawyer Rico beat the RICO, fed time and all But no more baggin up white, I live the glamorous life Bought a new crib for Mag and his wife My whole fam eatin cabbage and rice Lobster tails with wine, I'll have a glass of the white Nigga [Chorus] [Reef the Lost Cauze] Blowin the hardest indo, all black Ferrari Enzo Can't see my face behind the tints and thick smoke Futuristic, Atari and Nintendo Shorties lust the pimp stroke, nigga cause I get dough Break bread, party with my kinfolk Penthouse hotel rental, we keep it simple Relax fitted, move at a boss tempo The feds know info, we never let them know No longer eatin chicken wings and shrimp rolls Personal chefs and trainers, the body is a temple and all that jazz, dog we spent all that cash Look at shorty dancin with all that ass Toast to champagne ya, closin deals on the SkyPager I made you, gators in nine flavors Luciano shit, we getting mob paper You know the sayin, laugh now and cry later WHAT~?! [Chorus] [Reef the Lost Cauze] Aiyyo I wrote this, to show kids that got it confused with show biz, it's all hocus pocus These rap niggaz talkin all this coke shit But they don't never tell you where the road ends, it's viewed with a closed lens Because of thug fantasy, I've lost close friends And I don't think you understand when you quote them So to quote Jada loosely You wanna be like Tony Montana but you ain't see the whole movie Them boys comin for you, either to lock you up or the kind that kick in the door ski masks gunnin for you I just wanna warn you, it's easy to do songs like this but honestly, I don't wanna bore you It's okay to dream for riches in life Money, cars, bitches are nice but it's a ridiculous price If you ain't livin it right, don't be feedin into these rappers cause most of the time they just spittin the hype Hype [Chorus]