[Intro: nobigdyl.]
Dirty south
Mmm

[Pre-Chorus: nobigdyl.]
Dirty south, can y'all really feel us?
East coast feel us, west coast feel us
Dirty south, yeah, can y'all really feel us?
East coast feel us, west coast

[Chorus: nobigdyl.]
Tryna come up, we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery (931, 615)
Tryna come up, we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy (Dyllie)
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery (Alright)

[Verse 1: nobigdyl.]
Dyllie had to get it from the jump (Dyllie)
Knew I had to spit or hit a dunk (Hit a dunk)
Me and all my homies in the yo
Spilling out our dreams in microphones
Momma front the bill, she set it up (Yeah)
Nervous little boy, I couldn't front (What?)
Momma had to call the homie Smoke
Step into the booth and here we go
Got the FruityLoops off of Limewire (Limewire)
Practice interviews watching Nardwuar (Nardwuar)
I was in love, I couldn't fake that (Nah)
Me and my crew tryna crank that
We had the mass appeal inside the cafeteria
Spitting raps about money and bad material (Psh)
I was passionate, my homie passed the pen
We hit the grind and beat as they were gathering
And called them battles, but we would all laugh as friends
And in the end, we'd go back to the class as kin
We were the hallway kings (Kings), most lit teams (Teams)
One kiss from a chick, that's a big ring (Ring)
Back then, walk it out with some pristine
And the 3 Stacks verse with the Sixteen
Would'a gave it all up just for this dream (Yeah)
Didn't know that God was listening
[Chorus: nobigdyl.]
Tryna come up, we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery, ayy
Tryna come up, we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy (Lot of dreams)
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery

[Verse 2: Kaleb Mitchell]
'06, got the call that Martin died
Seen my mama face, she was horrified
Tried to walk around with a smile on
Play it real cool, but I couldn't put my heart aside
Couple years later, momma got sick
Now it's getting to harder to be happy
Spending every single second putting poems in a notebook
All my homies left me lonely, they would party, I was rapping
I was in and out depression, tryna find a way up out it
Writing down bars in the middle of the class
Told a girl about my dreams, all she ever did was doubted
Couple years pass, things moving real fast
Now I'm sixteen, labels wanna fly me out
Two tapes under the belt and one on the way
Couple people said a couple nice words about me online
Now my haters got nothing to say
Met a few people that I used to put on my playlist
Turns out, they ain't who I thought they was
Few years in the game, now I'm acclimated
Off of being myself, I done caught some buzz
But I'm still lightyears away from my goals
Mom got bills and chemo ain't cheap
I ain't have bread to buy my school clothes
Didn't do assignments, I would sell beats
Walking through the halls with my headphones on
Not a dollar in my pocket, tryna tryna come up on a meal
Scheming in the studio, plotting on a mill'
I was flat broke, said "No" to a deal
I need all of mine, yeah, I said it, I need all of mine
They just see me as a dollar sign
I'm tryna own the building, working overtime
For every single dark night, I'm supposed to shine, you feel me
[Outro: Kaleb MItchell & nobigdyl.]
I'm from a place where they really don't stay, but you really never leave (Really never leave)
Every single thing that I said I would, that's what I'm gon' be (What I'm gon' be)
Nothing's impossible, nothing's impossible if you believe (If you believe)
I got this ticket that's right in my hand and I'm
Tryna come up, we got a lot of dreams, yeah