On your marks, get set, go!
Let's take it back to when it was Young Colt
I'd be in my room sittin' by the console
Wouldn't be on it
I would be sittin' writin' rhymes and I'd be plottin
I was a young dreamer
Destined to blow the speakers
Whippin' bikes with friends
We was actin' like they was beamers
When we was thirteen, shit was like a scene
We found some boof ass weed and we smoked some steam
When I look back, it's crazy
It's crazy how the dream got put together
I was whippin' in the car with my friends older brother,
He had the bass real loud like no other
I remember he put on some 2 Chainz
And then some Wayne
I had a smile on my face, didn't know what to say
I was chattin' with my friend when we got to the crib
I told him that them songs hard, like tell me what it is
Let me get onto his iTunes, download all that shit
And you know he had a family plan, get all his brothers mix
Months later I was dreamin' about all this other shit
Dreamin' about the music and how it could make hits
I was a young dreamer
Destined to blow the speakers
Young dreamer
Destined to blow the speakers
Destined to blow the speakers