This one for the hood right here Song dedicated to anybody out there that got some dreams Don't give up on your dream's real talk Ready, Keysh, let's go
[Chorus] Dreamin' (I must be) Man, I must be Dreamin', dreamin' Dreamin' (I must be) Man, I must be dreamin', dreamin' (yeah)
Born September twenty-eighth My life far from great No food on the table So, we far from steak But I'm so close to jail It feels like I'm so close to hell Mom's smoking rocks Same shit I'm selling So who's wrong Her or me? She addicted to the high I'm addicted to the cash I almost put my hands on her When I caught her in my stash How could I do her like that? Lord knows I'm wrong Why would I do her like that? Lord knows she strong I know it's been hard But we made it, baby Ten years clean So she's still my lady I must be dreamin'
One thing about it I got love for you, homey Two things about it I'll take a slug for you, homey Look at you now You're a business man I'm proud of you, dog Handle your business, man You like the brother I never, ever had You try your best And I'd still get mad We risked it all together Been through it all together Caught cases and we still together Headed out I sleep while you drive Me and my dog Yeah, we chippin' on five Remember back when we Shared our clothes Look at us now, nigga We sell out shows
I was young and dumb Wit' a pocket full of cash Posted on the block Wit' a pocket full of glass Full speed Still runnin' from my past But it's starting to catch up Yeah, it's gainin' on my ass There's two types of niggas Predator and prey I'm a predator I pray three times a day Mat Luke once said "One day you'll have kids And how you gon' explain All that shit you did?" I'm a soul survivor Far from a crook She always said I was a lot smarter than I look So I took my dreams And made it some thousands And took my life and made it an album