This type of shit you gotta have your shit on point, fool SJ please excuse the delay Know it take time for perfection And we do strive for perfection
I got dreams, I got those aspirations The plaques that are platinum and gold This is stack, not for show This is actually happening, I'll have you know How I've mastered my craft faster than average Lapping you slowpokes, I'm after the cat 'Cause solo is so broke that I need a cast Please understand this ain't quite what it may seem This rap shit ain't all that it's cracked up to be So until my name ring like thug liberty Bell, I'mma raise hell, it rains and it pours So much it can fill a well And I know that well and if you don't feel no well Got a dime of kush, tryna dub move the tree Like the hotel, her blunt took a face, only time I take an L And I never fell even if I slip and fall I get up, dust myself off and pick up where I left off
I've got too much heart to stop and give up on my dreams And I refuse to let you tell me that I can't so I don't I've been struggling, tryna see it till the end I can't stop, I won't stop, I can't stop it, no
They keep rewinding, I keep on grinding Stacking this paper to get up my shining I know the sun shine 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 bizz This ain't about me, I'll just do for my kids All work and no play, got no time for no hoes I said so, I'm tryna accomplish my goals Love for the craft but that's all for the cream You stress up my back tryna build up my team Niggas gonna hate but shit most of 'em fake I pay them no mind, I just stack up my cake Don't know how to feel homie, that ain't my thing But better believe I'mma get to my dreams
I've got too much heart to stop and give up on my dreams And I refuse to let you tell me that I can't so I don't I've been struggling, tryna see it till the end I can't stop, I won't stop, I can't stop it, no
Lil' nigga with a dream like Doctor King I want the fancy cars, I wanna rock the bling I want the pretty girls, I want the big house I want my mama living somewhere far away out I want my kids going to school with the whiteys 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 can get it, you gotta work for it I wouldn't want it if I didn't had 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're close when the haters start hating You know you're close when the real start faking I keep the law first and I go hard I came from nothing, it's only right I show off
I've got too much heart to stop and give up on my dreams And I refuse to let you tell me that I can't so I don't I've been struggling, tryna see it till the end I can't stop, I won't stop, I can't stop it, no