K-Boy - Dreamin' lyrics

[Intro] This the type of sh** you gotta have your sh** on point for SG please excuse the delay, you know it take time for perfection And we do strive for perfection, yeah Ab solar system (clears throat) [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] I got dreams, I got goals Aspirations of plaques that are platinum and gold This is fact, not for show This is actually happening, I'll have you know I mastered my craft Faster than average lapping you slowpokes I'm after the cash Cause Soulo is so broke that I need a cast Please understand this ain't quite what it may seem This rap sh** ain't all that it's cracked up to be So until my name ring like the Liberty Bell, I'mma raise hell It rains and it pours so much it could fill a well And I know that well, and if you don't then oh well Got a dime of kush, tryna [?] the tree Like the hotel A blunt to the face only time I take a L And I never fell even if I slip and fall I get up, dust myself off and pick up where I left off You know what [Hook] I got too much heart to stop and give up my dreams, so I won't And I refuse to let you tell me that I can't so I don't I've been struggling, tryna see it see it 'til end and I will Cause it's evident I can't stop, I won't stop, I can't stop enough [Verse 2: K-Boy] They keep on whining, I keep on grinding Stacking this paper then get up my shining I know the sunshine right after the rain Deal with the pain and I never complain Born in the struggle, my mind is a muscle I go so hard with the grind and the hustle Learn in this game not to screw up the biz This ain't about me, I just do for my kids Work and no play, got no time for no hoes I'm set so I'm tryna accomplish my goals Love for the craft but its all for the cream Stress on my back, tryna build up my team n***as gon' hate but, sh** most of 'em fake I pay it no mind, I just stack up my cake Don't know how to fail, homie that ain't my thing But better believe I'mma get to my dream [Hook] [Verse 3: Tone Trump] Lil' n***a with a dream like Dr. King I want the fancy cars, I wanna rock the bling I want the pretty girls, I want the big house I want my momma living somewhere far way out I want my going to school with the whities I want a sneaker deal, somebody call Nike I wanna shoot movies, somebody call Spike Lee This for the kids in the ghetto just like me If you want it then get it, you gotta work for it I wouldn't want it if I didn't have to work for it So I grind and I push then I push some more I ain't in but I'm right at the front door You know you close when the haters start hating You know you close when the real start faking I keep a law first and I go hard I came from nothing, it's only right I show off [Hook]