[Intro]
We on a world tour
Ayy can I kick some fantasy shit?
Imaginary player shit, huh
I hope this resonate!!

[Verse]
Ayy, on God, I had a dream I was on a world tour
With a mic in my hand
A couple bitches in the back who down to slut up my plans
A couple hand, couple fans, couple bands
You better get some
From here on out, I'm not mentioned with all of em
I'm droppin deuces on the competition, do it with ease
The same dude you locked out, word of mouth gave him all of the keys
I keep selling to these fiends cause they believe in a dream
They call me lost but this is simply just a rappers routine
I guess you start it from the bottom, you end up on top
Nothing but beanie when they meet me
This gotta get me signed to the Roc
I was playing the game, labels riggin' the arcade
Between me and you, hope I keep it true
And that my art still pay
I'm coming live from the bottom, it's star studded
Where the wannabe pimps is 9-5 job ducking
Singing songs for the loot, cause in truth we still slummin
Ten years on the grind and I'm still nothing, shit!
I guess I gotta give it my all now
It's now or never, no longer Mom and Pop's fault now
My tapes last sixteen gotta bring me a thou
Before a n***a switch and stick to the script that be floating about
I know it's really kinda hard to hear the truth, from the n***a who done deemed himself "the author of the youth"
But if I keep it true, gotta give you the proof these are the life and times
And sacrifices I done made just to write these rhymes
[OUTRO]
God Damn, I think we got one
Yeah, alright