Print

Dirty south Mmm 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 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) Dyllie had to get it from the jump (Dyllie) Knew I had to spit and 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 Nervous little boy, I couldn't front 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 Letras de cancionesSpitting raps about money and bad material 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, most lit teams One kiss from a chick, that's a big ring Back then, walk it out with some pristine And the 3 Stacks verse with the Sixteen Woulda gave it all up just for this dream Didn't know that God was listening 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 '06, got a call that Monday See my momma face, she was horrified Try 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 harder to be happy Spending every single second puttin' poems in the notebook All my homies left me lonely, they would party, I was rappin' I was sittin' in that depression tryna find a way up out it Writing down bars in the middle of the class Told the girl up on my dreams, all she ever did was doubt it Couple years passed, things moving real fast Now I'm 16, 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 All my haters got nothin' to say Met a few people that I used to put on my playlist Turns they ain't who I though they was Few years in the game, now I'm acclimated Off of being myself, I done cost 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 Another dollar in my pocket tryna come up on the meal Screamin' in the studio, plottin' on the mill' I was flat broke, said no to a deal I need all of mine, yeah I said it, I need all of mine Look, you see me as a dollar sign I'm just tryna hold the bill Been working overtime for every single dol' Now I'm supposed to shine, you feel me? I'm from a place where they really don't stay but you really never leave Every single thing that I said I would, that's what I'm gon' be Nothing's impossible, nothing's impossible 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 From Letras Mania