I got some dreams, and I got some fight, and I got some goals
And I got my team, and I got my wife, and I got my foes
And I still believe that a verse I write just might be gold
So they give me grief and I don't think twice, I just reload (x2)
O.D
Old me, played the smoke on the slope of the stack
By the Rosemount track, or the dope out the building, yelling "don't hold back"
Cause I float like a raft--Anecdote for the half-a** villains
All alone, get the fap fap feeling
From the fanbase, that Jack Yak's building
Never know when the blat blat, k** 'em, hit the floor
And it feels like...
Everyday we get pa**ed up
It's like everyday you get knocked down
It ain't everyday you get back up
But I did that, and I still get asked
If I'd take it back, all the thrills and cash
You know.. pills and dabs... you don't k** for that
You get k**ed, when the line spills, feel the crash and HOLD UP
When I was 12, I thought that hoops would make me giant
Now the Valley holds me up as high as Tyus from this rhyming
And my school tried to play me for the fool, I didn't buy it:
Opened up for Hoodie Allen when I'm better, don't deny it
I stopped caring if they don't like me
Picked Sperrys over those Nikes
Transparent, yeah I stay Type B
Cause they either love me or they wanna fight me.. alright
I swear this be the line they wanna see the kid define
They ask me why I'm leaving--guess that every reason doesn't rhyme. Still I...
I got some dreams, and I got some fight, and I got some goals
And I got my team, and I got my wife, and I got my foes
And I still believe that a verse I write just might be gold
So they give me grief and I don't think twice, I just reload (x2)
O.D
Old me, played the coat on the spoke of the rack
Getting worn out, bored from this rap
What you know about Jack? Jack sh**, sh** sack
Sack lit, hit dabs, dap chick, sit back, act quick
Get mad and don't laugh a bit
I'm Barry Bonds, all my records get asterisked
I ain't the same old pacifist, I grew up now...
They wanna say I blew up now
They wanna say "he's from our town,"
They wanna take claim. Well I can't complain
My God gave me a brain, my mother gave me her wisdom
My teachers gave me advice, I'd be nowhere if I had listened
My dad gave me his word, my lady gave me her hand
This life gave me a family, this rapping gave me some fans
So I swear this be the line they wanna see the kid define
They ask me why I'm leaving, guess that every reason doesn't rhyme. Still I...
I got some dreams, and I got some fight, and I got some goals
And I got my team, and I got my wife, and I got my foes
And I still believe that a verse I write just might be gold
So they give me grief and I don't think twice, I just reload (x3)