Dreams

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid] Yeah, I know it gets hard But we made it this far And we never gonna stop Even when we reach the top Of our dreams [Verse 1: Tunji] I'm tryna reach the top of my dreams That's why I'm mapping out the script And slowly plottin' my scenes They never get the picture Even when they're watchin' that screen That's why they underestimate me, cause I'm not what I seem I'm quite different - entirely focused on making wise decisions I'd rather risk a huge mistake than spend my life wishin' I try to deal with every problem with the right vision Cause when you're gone, it's just that coffin that you lie stiff in Six feet under, makes me wonder If I could go back in time and try to fix each blunder That I made when I was younger, way before the hunger Before these groupie broads was tryna save a brother number See, I'm achievin' every part of my goals And I'mma stay the same, no matter how far that I go I think bright, even though inside I'm dark and I'm cold Feel the pain in my heart and my soul - but I'm livin' my DREAMS [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid] Yeah, I know it gets hard But we made it this far And we never gonna stop Even when we reach the top Of our dreams [Verse 2: Natti] At last rap has it’s Dr. Parnassus for the masses Living a dream with a atlas as my mattress Living a dream ‘cause the rent is fantastic Haters get evicted on a daily basis Middle finger notice waved in their faces Let the door hit em where the good Lord split ‘em PS...P players you missing the big picture Get a million inch screen let your dream be seen The world is a stage let your dream be scene Backdrop and props for the finer things Enjoy the spice of life on your fries and wings And wash it down with something imported If domestic ain’t the best at making you feel important Aim high, poppin’ bottles will get boring I can have Caviar dreams and Champagne wishes Or a catfish sandwich with Champagne the stripper Its my dream [Verse 3: Deacon] Claim a victory for entering this world earth Then play your symphony from city to the rural dirt Beyond hurt, invert your neural confines I hit the lines like I'm running in the combine Intramural of the money, drink ya night caps Dream big nigga, play that shit in IMAX My dream theater's a perpetual climax Make miracles, give me water I'll give you wine back The troops in Iraq, Haitians in the Carib Or my Arabs, who keep the faith and wear it like a scarab Dreams prepare ya' for living they hold the key to life Gotta be the sheriff when you have 'em try to read 'em right Don't be impressed by things That haunt ya' when you sleep at night Just rise above it, right in public, catch an eagle flight Tap that passion that's within ya and just let it breath I heard it whisper words of wisdom would ya let it be Please... Let it be [Outro: BJ The Chicago Kid] Yeah, I know it gets hard But we made it this far And we never gonna stop Even when we reach the top Of our dreams