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Let's dream, c'mon
They tried to tell me in school that I was a lost cause
'Til I dropped out in my second year as a sophomore
The teacher, principal, and guidance counselor
Pretty much told me I wasn't shit with nothing to be proud of
I was young and introverted, figured that I'd get murdered
Before the age of twenty five, shot in the street, I probably deserved it
Confidence low, all in my feelings man
Could probably solve it all with a rope and a ceiling fan
I needed guidance, some love, a little healing man
Turned to the most high, every night I was kneeling man
Dear lord I know I'm nobody's victim
Gimme the strength to love my brothers, not fall with them
Getting killed or locked behind bars in the system
Shot in the back by the cops before they frisked him
Nah, I got bigger dreams baby, nothing works like hard work, I'm ready
I'mma hustle, I'mma bleed for my dream
Or die trying, but while i'm alive i'mma strive by any means
If I lose sleep reaching for my dream
It's well worth it, I'll make that back, the grind ain't perfect
Some of my brothers stopped pursuing their dream
Now they're a bunch of critics and haters, gossiping naysayers
Sideline groupies couldn't be me
I'mma push it 'til my tank's on E, or I arrive where I'm destined to be
Back before I was wise, underexposed
Couldn't put words to the bullshit around me, the friends I chose
Preferred robbing and stealing, leveling up, that wasn't appealing
Some of them got jail time through the ceiling
I'm feelin' like the young oddball
Seeing my dudes in and out of prison, this street shit, where does it stop y'all?
That was my question whenever the block would tempt me
'Cause I'm broke and I'm black, already two strikes against me
A wrong move could put me down a quarter century
Easy decision fam, that math's just elementary
I been a hot spitter since three's company John Ritter
Boy genius, stickin' his beef to the babysitter
Before my time's up
I'll squeeze the last drop of juice out of this life without standing in that police lineup
Sorry, not sorry
Catch me on the rooftop in the infinity pool at the after party
I'mma hustle, I'mma bleed for my dream
Or die trying, but while i'm alive i'mma strive by any means
If I lose sleep reaching for my dream
It's well worth it, I'll make that back, the grind ain't perfect
Some of my brothers stopped pursuing their dream
Now they're a bunch of critics and haters, gossiping naysayers
Sideline groupies couldn't be me
I'mma push it 'til my tank's on E, or I arrive where I'm destined to be
Everybody can't be a rapper and actor
Or ballplayer with a contract, a recipe for disaster
Tryin' to get this money easier and faster
But it's a trap, the legal system's a slave master
We in the hood, face to face with easy options
Get high, play ball, write raps, or pistol poppin'
Cops watching us one by one leaving us boxed in
Locked in, ain't none of us got a Johnny Cochran on speed dial
Look to the most high for guidance
Live out your potential, bust ya ass, and work hard 'til you stunt on these bums, properly stylin'
Make your lane, get happy or die tryin'
Family and friends won't take you serious, won't support ya
Self-doubt lingers like a solitary torture
Patience, persistence, consistent, applied pressure makes all of the difference
Let these suckas bear witness
I'mma hustle, I'mma bleed for my dream
Or die trying, but while i'm alive i'mma strive by any means
If I lose sleep reaching for my dream
It's well worth it, I'll make that back, the grind ain't perfect
Some of my brothers stopped pursuing their dream
Now they're a bunch of critics and haters, gossiping naysayers
Sideline groupies couldn't be me
I'mma push it 'til my tank's on E, or I arrive where I'm destined to be

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