Intro :
(and i wonder if the compliments that i got was fake)
living for a dream , yeah ; we're living for a dream X 4


Verse 1:
and i wonder if the compliments that i got was fake,

so at times my life feels like a large mistake,
cuz i trust the wrong people and i got regrets,
they would end up all dead if the law would let,

they..want me to fall of, so they could call up my name,
and they..almost get to my nerves, i'm sorta insane,
but i fight like, mike tike, serve you wit' a knockout,

100 pounds, 5'5", but you could never blockout,
the shine that i got, and the grind that i'm on,
my team is the realest, all the time now, come on !!

& i aint got fans, just some brothers with the same dream,
a workaholic, who aint tired of the same routine,
call this a comeback, you scumbags aint shook me,

my crew on the move, everybody else just look we,
came wit' a dream, we aint leavin' till it come true,
NAH ! we aint leavin' till it come true, WADDUP !


Hook:
living for a dream, yeah ; we're living for a dream X 6


Verse 2:
and i wonder what success feels like, i wannna taste it,

maybe i would, i'd used the time i've wasted,
the next step ? that %#@! is driving me crazy,
cuz every verse that i've written feels amazing,

plus I, make my own symphonies and spit my heart out,
and i'm, getting better at it, but never am heard of,
uhh ! this what you get, when you ask for the props you deserve,

yeah ! you never heard of,
and you outta lime light, when you trina rhyme tight,
when i was down in my ba!@&(t, trina get my word up,

I.. hear my name's comin' out in all these battles,
from a kid trina spit for the cameras,
while i was spittin' on the mic' where it matters,

i was and will be, trina spit art on canvass,
that's why i do it like it's never been done son,
my story aint finished, it aint even begun son, WADDUP !


Hook :
living for a dream, yeah ; we're living for a dream X 6


Outro
(hook in the background)

this what you get, when you ask for the props you deserve,
yeah ! you never heard of,
and you outta lime light, when you trina rhyme tight,

when i was down in my ba!@&(t, trina get my word up,
I.. hear my name's comin' out in all these battles,
from a kid trina spit for the cameras,

while i was spittin' on the mic' where it matters,
i was and will be, trina spit art on canvass,
that's why i do it like it's never been done son,

my story aint finished, it aint even begun son, WADDUP !