Big City, Big Dreamz

Big city, big dreamz, big thinkerz'll get cream
Been drinking since fifteen, in wrinkled & ripped jeanz

Won't mention my sick dreamz, keep playing the game
Speeding thru life is cool with me homie, just stay in ya lane
Keep chasing the fame, don't change, until ya make ya a name
There ain't no use shootin for dreamz dawg if ya ain't gonna aim

I know your childhood wuzn't good, I know ya daddy wuzn't sh*t
I know that right after Highschool that was practically it
I know your rhymin, keep writing, aight, and practice ya sh*t
Love what you're doing, that's the recipe for stacking ya chipz

And bread'll gradually flip, watch it kuz cowards'll envy
Swear to God I'll keep my promise Pop kuz Dallas is in me

You should doubt I'm pretending, so I shouldn't feel ashamed
To my n*ggaz still in chainz, Jay-P, T-Jay & Lil Flame
Everytime I flow you noticed that I have to feel the pain
Until a pastors learned my name, just kuz my caskets in the rain.....


Ummmm.....the End....of my mind rambling, I think.