Not your average rapper
Just a young kid from the Ville tryna make it out the Ville
With my team shining but we're always grinding
People dreaming big in the 2-6 (Annnnnt) keep grinding
Nobody wanna never have our back
But they only have our back when we started getting racks
I came from a city we call it Dreamville
Never had shit everybody getting killed
Hate when you're alive but they love you when you're dead
Pour fake feelings when I'm dying on my bed
Don't trip on things that you really can't change
If they really care they'll try to do the same
Success is a but it's also a blessing
Grind to be big could be another lesson
Since I was a kid I had a big vision
Music is all I do my love and affection
I'm working on my craft out of soul and perfection
Single black man I want the love and wealth
I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death
Hanging pictures on my wall keep in mind for the culture
No handouts nigga I'm a vulture
Turning to the vinyl I can see the increase
Prayers up to loved ones that have lived and deceased
Artist signed a deal for a buck and some gold
Till they read the fine print then they sold they own soul
Make a label sign yourself just like Master P
Dreamville to Jermaine I got a dollar and a dream
Iron mike to jaw siren blaring in the hood
AK hanging from the roof racist f*ckers to no good
Leave your feelings to the side and you stack up to a bag
Never taking things for granted cause I grew up with a dad
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Not your average rapper
Just a young kid from the Ville tryna make it out the Ville
With my team shining but we're always grinding
People dreaming big in the 2-6 (Annnnnt) keep grinding
Nobody wanna never have our back
But they only have our back when we started getting racks
I came from a city we call it Dreamville
Never had shit everybody getting killed
Hate when you're alive but they love you when you're dead
Pour fake feelings when I'm dying on my bed
Don't trip on things that you really can't change
If they really care they'll try to do the same
Success is a but it's also a blessing
Grind to be big could be another lesson
Since I was a kid I had a big vision
Music is all I do my love and affection
I'm working on my craft out of soul and perfection
Single black man I want the love and wealth
I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death
Hanging pictures on my wall keep in mind for the culture
No handouts nigga I'm a vulture
Turning to the vinyl I can see the increase
Prayers up to loved ones that have lived and deceased
Artist signed a deal for a buck and some gold
Till they read the fine print then they sold they own soul
Make a label sign yourself just like Master P
Dreamville to Jermaine I got a dollar and a dream
Iron mike to jaw siren blaring in the hood
AK hanging from the roof racist f*ckers to no good
Leave your feelings to the side and you stack up to a bag
Never taking things for granted cause I grew up with a dad
Just a young kid from the Ville tryna make it out the Ville
With my team shining but we're always grinding
People dreaming big in the 2-6 (Annnnnt) keep grinding
Nobody wanna never have our back
But they only have our back when we started getting racks
I came from a city we call it Dreamville
Never had shit everybody getting killed
Hate when you're alive but they love you when you're dead
Pour fake feelings when I'm dying on my bed
Don't trip on things that you really can't change
If they really care they'll try to do the same
Success is a but it's also a blessing
Grind to be big could be another lesson
Since I was a kid I had a big vision
Music is all I do my love and affection
I'm working on my craft out of soul and perfection
Single black man I want the love and wealth
I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death
Hanging pictures on my wall keep in mind for the culture
No handouts nigga I'm a vulture
Turning to the vinyl I can see the increase
Prayers up to loved ones that have lived and deceased
Artist signed a deal for a buck and some gold
Till they read the fine print then they sold they own soul
Make a label sign yourself just like Master P
Dreamville to Jermaine I got a dollar and a dream
Iron mike to jaw siren blaring in the hood
AK hanging from the roof racist f*ckers to no good
Leave your feelings to the side and you stack up to a bag
Never taking things for granted cause I grew up with a dad
Writer: Breana Marin, Jovon James
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid