Verse 1
I just wanna be part of the mainstream
But presently the mainstream is already laden with a slew of rap machines
And apparently a couple rap robots
I know to usurp the throne I gotta pit myself against the betters,
But who are these betters?
The few n***as who made it to the top despite the haters.
Hey Kron, how'd you get to be a nominee for the Oscars, the BET, the
Headies, The Grammys or rock 'em Hermes to the BBMAS,
Look son, that could all be a daydream
Unless you get your game off the ground to the extreme
Cause the man with the crown has got a daughter and rap flows in his bloodstream
My n***a you might wanna wipe your eyes clean cause I'm boutta
Hit the widescreen
I got n***as at home expectin' pizzas or ice scream
They don't really care if I crack a smile or I scream
I believe if my shot is better I can clinch the bulls eye
Worst case scenario I could get under Eugene's knife
Let him infuse a live mic into my genes so when I walk in the booth with or without a pair of jeans
I start spitting bars like a barrister
Hey mister, the only way we know so well is the hard you might wanna watch me weasel through the banister.
Hook:
Dreams must be athletes cause they're way too fast and hard to catch
The taller they are, the faster they get
The taller they are, the faster they get
No matter the hour, don't quit the chase, homie don't quit the chase, don't quit the chase.
Verse 2
It's kinda easy to zero in on your dream
When give em names like James and Jim
I call mine Butane cause to get him I had to train my brain to be to be faster than Usain
I'm just praying I don’t lose it in the process like Kurt Cobain
Breathalyser detected free free from c**aine
Cause he's fast don't mean he's under the influence
You better know the target before you play the villain
I'm too witty I been chasing this b**h in three lanes
Apologies if I blow you off your feet or cause worse atrocities in the city
Cause I’ll never retreat until my n***as own a fleet
Success alone works for me I just fired defeat
I got my feet in fire can't stand with cold feet
I hope you feel me
There's no no such thing as a bridge too far
Either way it don't matter where you are
To be a star you just gotta make sure your work rate is up to par
And please don't let the past leave a scar
Because
Hook:
Dreams must be athletes cause they're way too fast and hard to catch
The taller they are, the faster they get
The taller they are, the faster they get
No matter the hour, don't quit the chase, homie don't quit the chase, don't quit the chase.
Verse 3:
Last night I had a dream I was herding dinosaurs
f** it, there weren't even carnivores
Woke up like, b**h chill don't scream I'm aware of green dangers
That’s why we got Dream Ville and Dream Chasers
Please don't k** your haters especially in a country teetering on the brink
Of division
We need them for better vision to enhance your verve
That's how black slaves got off the tether
Murdered em taskmasters and shove their white a**es to the grave
Brother Kunta Kinte
I hate to say this but the heart you gave me is unsafe,
Prolly lost in the autoclave
Go ahead rant and rave
Get the f** off my nerve
Fortune favors the brave
Credit to g's chef he craves to be legendary son of Dave
I used to lead a kind of life
Tinkering with tractors and feeding off nectars to survive please don't pimp me
Cause if I knew how to ride a Lambo I would drive the message home
Hook:
Dreams must be athletes cause they're way too fast and hard to catch
The taller they are, the faster they get
The taller they are, the faster they get
No matter the hour, don't quit the chase, homie don't quit the chase, don't quit the chase.