[Hook: Labi Siffre]
And I wonder if you know what it means
To find your dreams come true
[Verse 1: rapmessiah]
And I wonder
Back and forth thinking
Been staring at the prize so long what's blinking
Champagne sippin
In my basement track flippin
I sleep one eye open never catch me slippin
Come on stage and see these other rappers dippin
Look to my left I'm next to Karrueche
She a freak, she wants me to eat her coochi
But in public we elegant rocking prada and gucci
Hit the south coast and say whats up to lil tunchei
We chillin on can*l street while he teaching me how to ollie
This verse was written right after the pa**ing of Muhammad Ali
Float like a bu*terfly sting like a bee
Your hands can't hit what your eyes don't see
This sh** puts me in contention for the best emcee
Flow so outer I space myself and all I gotta wear is BBC
Straight out the gutters of NYC
To the devices of music lovers worldwide
Put the odds against me and block haters like Ha**an Whiteside
Never forget where I came from always reppin that east side
Hit the jet and spread my raps across the US to that west side
Now they showin love cuz they see a 17 year old spitta with the knowledge of the rap game in his back pocket
If you have the pa**ion of a G then lock it
They may tell you what to wear but never how to rock it
Now its my time to take off on this rocket
What's up
[Hook: Labi Siffre]
And I wonder if you know what it means
To find your dreams come true
[Verse 2: Kenan]
And I wonder if I'll ever find them
And if I don't can I take the time and rewind it
Life's a b**h don't you just wonder if you'll
(Find your dreams come true)
That the life you really want?
Did you get it on demand?
Is it big?
Is it grand?
Did you even plan?
Is it okay if I just dream forever?
And then go back to trying makin it better
In the night I'm always on some other sh**
Always bout some sh** I never really get
Only some things I could truly understand
But I guess that's just wonders of being the man
Crack a smile through the struggle underneath the rubble
Cuz when sh** hits the fan, it just sprayed back muscle
And all these girls be talkin like I f**in played them
b**h u should be happy you got minutes, you complainin?
Y'all can't fill my shoes tho don't even ask for my size
I could bullsh** with my lips baby, not with my eyes
And the bags right under it are Louis, keep em dry
But deep on the inside sh** just hurt my pride
Gotta go goodnight
No f** it, I mean goodbye
[Outro: Labi Siffre]
I will sing my song for you