Lyrics:
Chasing Dreams
Written & Performed by Derrell
To kick things off
I just gotta give a quick shoutout to my FLIGHT Fam
And everybody that's down
I never had a father figure
I was raised by the thugs
And the drug dealers
- That's why I love niggas!
Until they place me in my casket
Guess I'll be
named Baby Doll
She got four baby daddies, four kids by four different men
And she just found out she's pregnant, I said, "No, not again!"
Man, when
our future with our kids in it
Every time we push the fly rise they slaven ya
Soon we'll be rappin for Saudi Arabia
Dear Mr. President
The world
look in my eyes you might see the secret recipe
Me and my brothers yeah we grinding influentially
Put that on my mothers yeah we getting it by any means
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot
In the Caribbean by providence impoverished
school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you
to
Plan success for my future join me
In paying it forward support
My Brother's Keeper
By being a mentor in real life
the complete lock and beat stock
Now, all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my *errr!*
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon, I'm like a mink
I got some brothers in the grave that I can't bring back
4nem shot him in his head they pushed his dreams back
I can't rap about my loses I can't
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
a punch line than a cunch line
You see, tryna find a shot that's a tough grind
You spot one by spot one on the front line
When the race gets tekky I've
that different
Take it way back like Bron hooping with Boobie Gibson
Still had this vision it's finally coming to fruition
Zan is still my brother always
the youth and the truth is
It ain't no hope for the future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother for turning my brother into a crack baby
We
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
the youth and the truth is
It ain't no hope for the future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother for turning my brother into a crack baby
We
, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your "six can't rhyme" groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted
My deadly
, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your "six can't rhyme" groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted
My deadly
okkayy okkaa
They tried to change the game on a nigga but its ok
The way how a nigga be flowing they know its cool aid
Too late
Ever since i was a kid
this shit for me, I do this shit for my kids
I teach 'em how to go and get it when they ready to leave
I'm tired of livin' up in hell when I know
by
Since I saw my dad
I became so busy
Grandpa almost passed
I remember as a little kid
Holding you close
You held me in your arms
And told me you
brothers get the dick
Lyrical spit for crews who can't fuck with it
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E.
Sermon
"Ya
brothers, dawg, they tried to get you lined
Then depression tryna catch you with nobody by your side
And your classmates takin' off and they leavin' you
Kids are spittin' on the Town Hall steps and frightenin' old ladies
I dreamt that I was livin' back in the mid 1980s
People marchin', people
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