06 dreamin

[Intro] Yeah, word I got a story to tell Yeah, ayy, check it Ayo, ayo [Verse 1] My mom had once tried out for American Idol I was eight years old, back home, feelin' entitled Went to school the next day, eyes gleamin' with hope Plottin' on the J's I'd get when she finally blows Watchin' MTV Cribs, you know, the spin-off for kids I just knew when she won, that's just how we would live Grandma babysittin' us, paper plates in the kitchen I was heartbroken when she didn't make the audition Next mornin' filled with gloom, back to regular life My dreams of bein' a rich kid would finally die Fuck workin' hard, nigga, boy, I'm tryna be fly Hand-me-downs from my cousin, these ain't even my size Fuck writin' a verse with a sweet sixteen I'm tryna be on MTV for my sweet sixteen Rev Run elder son got a Lambo for his They makin' fun of my Shaqs, I can't handle this shit Back to mom's dream-chasin' I used to cry when she'd leave for the studio when we lived in East Aiken Another demo that was shopped around and ain't make it So then I started writin' in that basement, it went like [Bridge] It went like It went like It went like Yeah [Verse 2] Ayo, my mom had once tried out for Making The Band She made it to the third episode, was takin' a stand You know the season where Puff made 'em run six miles? Now look what happened to Puff, crazy how it work out It take me back to the days, I'm sittin' up on the couch Still countin' my blessings, Uncle John watchin' Westerns Headphones in, my pen game steadily progressin' This lil' hobby of mine had turned into an obsession Now, this is back in '06, now I'm back in '05 Mama had to choose between her dreams and keepin' a job I said, "Mama, maybe you should make a dancin' song" She said, "Son, that type of music don't last too long" Dream deferred, meanwhile, my dreams is worse Explicit bars, but I swore I wrote the cleanest verse Fast-forward, I'm fifteen and got the biggest plans I'll make it big since my mama didn't get the chance Nigga, that's real