| When I was like four, five or six or some shit |
| I remember hearin' the beat and tryin to spit |
| I didn’t like it so I put down the mic |
| For like, 18 long years now it’s runnin' my life |
| And I, wouldn’t trade it for the world, couldn’t hand it to me |
| All the money and the girls doesn’t do it for me |
| I got a dream that I can open up and touch the sky |
| And never walk away |
| Oh my God I’m finally here |
| Somebody pop the top and break a mirror |
| So we can never look back in the past and suffocate |
| Look at where we at now, time to celebrate |
| So put your drinks up, put down your cellphones |
| And take a puff off the blunt you know it’s homegrown |
| We got that good shit, we’re talking starlight |
| We’re talking bottle service people this is my life |
| Wouldn’t trade it for the world, couldn’t hand it to me |
| All the money and the girls doesn’t do it for me |
| I got a dream that I can open up and touch the sky |
| And never walk away |
| So put your hands to the ceiling |
| If you’re feeling like a million in this wonderful life |
| I got a whole lot of potential to be influential |
| I take a bow when I hand er the mic |
| Real words through the mouth of a visionary |
| It could never compare to where we be cemetery |
| If we chose to walk a path of another man’s dreams |
| Take a look at me now and tell me what do you see |
| I see a man has come a long way down a mud road |
| I got a feelin' I ain’t made it out the sludge though |
| I keep forgettin' it’s a battle in the front row |
| Some people out to get you, ain’t that what you asked for |
| Nah shit, look I’m just tryin' to medicate |
| Just tryin' to make a difference and doin' hella great |
| I mean but celebrate, it’s time to take a bigger stake |
| I’m tired of getting' fed off a little pathetic plate |
| But you ain’t gotta worry bout it yo I’m doin' fine |
| I got a feelin' that I’m on my way to gettin' mine |
| I got a dream that I can open up and touch the sky |
| And never walk away |
| Wouldn’t trade it for the world, couldn’t hand it to me |
| All the money and the girls doesn’t do it for me |
| I got a dream that I can open up and touch the sky |
| And never walk away |
| Imagine that I got to bat or attack |
| To climb the ladder and forget about the scavenger scraps |
| Cuz either way whether front or the back |
| I’m in the line, on the grind, getting' mine |
| And I ain’t givin' it back, cuz I… |
| Wouldn’t trade it for the world, couldn’t hand it to me |
| All the money and the girls doesn’t do it for me |
| I got a dream that I can open up and touch the sky |
| And never walk away |
| I never really one to go where they really want me |
| And I would never sell my soul just to get me money |
| I got a dream that I can open up and touch the sky |
| And never walk away |