I used to dream about cars as clear as I dream
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About being a star as clear as a dream
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I thought that I would outgrow these schemes
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Seems my dream won’t go away
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So you wanna be a rap superstar? That’s what they ask me
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Are you ready for everything that comes after?
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Are you prepared for failure and the laughter
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Yea I told these hoes that I’ll follow right after
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Or do you have a plan just for backup?
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When I’m plotting the plot, safe for you to get tacked up
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When reality hits you like a mad truck
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Tough luck, dumb struck, would you be numb?
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To these feelings that follow, I know you got all these problems
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Are you willing to swallow? I told him hell no
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I believe in myself even though no one else does
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Fight for myself even when no one else was
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Talking to mom even though she ain’t here cuz
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She was there for me when nobody else was
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Hoping my shows, screaming at the front row
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While I’m beaming lot of doubters but I keep believing
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I used to dream about cars as clear as I dream
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About being a star as clear as a dream
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I thought that I would outgrow these schemes
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Seems my dream won’t go away
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So it’s more like a..
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Nightmare, having dreams of the life
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Then I wake up, still living right here
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Like I ain’t down, hop up, strap on them Nike Airs
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Take flight, grind fairly, break nights
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Set sights, then I set bars
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Sitting by the tracks, setting off alarms
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In the studio is the calm right before the storm
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I’mma bring you the game while they claiming to make it rain
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Foolish (foolish) movements
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Created, they faded, no longer bout the music
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I’m down for a little party and bullshit
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Cool flicks and a fresh fit, cool kids
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But when it comes to this music, spitting true shit
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Cuz it ain’t no auto tune in acoustics
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Ain’t not only where it’s up, triumph
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Showing, proving, it ain’t no fluke shit
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I used to dream about cars as clear as I dream
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About being a star as clear as a dream
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I thought that I would outgrow these schemes
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Seems my dream won’t go away
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So I’m fighting for it
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Til I get it, middle finger to the critics
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Couldn’t see I’m up and coming on the hills of the biggest
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They are killers, while I’m living pretentious I’m making yall some interest
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Three dimensions I’m trillin in my humble beginnings
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Keep me level for one, we try to hike to the business
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Highs and lows, crowds and shows
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Shoes and clothes, everyone knows that I appreciate it
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Struggle but leviate it
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All out, going all out
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Didn’t have cash in the account, now I ball out
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Ball out in the club, buying out the bar
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On the couch screaming all out
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I’m on the couch screaming all out
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I used to dream about cars as clear as I dream
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About being a star as clear as a dream
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I thought that I would outgrow these schemes
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Seems my dream won’t go away
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So I wouldn’t matter to the world, to a girl
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Watching me on TV, watching me and I want her to wind up with me
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To be me and I wanna be her dream, be her dream,
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So I gotta be famous
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I gotta be somebody
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So I gotta be famous
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I gotta be somebody
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Famous
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| Deena Jonez |
