Letras
I keep having these dreams
Scenes of a different me
Concrete instead of trees
This jungle's familiar to me
I walk through it
People keep flockin' to me
Autograph for a fan
Then I'm keeping the pack moving
Polk Street
Kinfolk and the whole team are asking if I'm ready for the thing
What the fuck do you mean
I don't know of the thing
I'm tryna find out what they mean but then it switches scenes
Let me think
Retrace my steps
If I maintain a grip
I'm sure I'll be able to explain the rest
I came to this
Truly I feel I'm losing what is sane, confess
That lately I've been struggling, I gotta clean this mess
I scan around me just to see and check
What it could be"the thing", this dream, it has me bent
Not another soul asked me yet
So should I ask or guess
It hasn't turned into a disaster yet
Dallas, McKinney then Walker, Rusk
Listen to Russ
Then I look to see a passing bus with my face on it
Holy shit
I didn't see this coming
I remember a promise
For everyone in my home
That if I ever made it
I'll be the greatest they've ever known
Put my city on the map
World-wide kind of fashion
In the studio, with Stunna Bam
This ain't imagined
Says, I'm on some next level shit with how I'm rappin
B says I'm gonna break the mold with how I pack it
D says I'm on the heels with heat, call it magic
A says I'm making moves and soon I'ma smash it
All these people knew I'm gonna make it, I ain't cappin
Huh
Funny how it plays out
Went from nothing on plates, down
Scraping enough to make out for studio time to break out
Any day now
But shade reflecting the hate now
Money making, we straight now
God opened the gates, now