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Everybody run back to your fantasy
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Ah
Living in a two bedroom apartment
With only a thousand dollars to my f*cking name
Chasin' dreams
Woo!
Whatever happen to the days
Broken promises lead to broken hearts
But man I forgot about it those days
I been a dreamer from a start
Young kid big dreams didn't care what they say
Yeah, yeah, uh
I was 14 when I got into hip hop
Back in high school I would skip a lot
Writin' rhymes everyday with ulieses
Motherf*ckers didn't like us they hate to see me
Skank bitches actin' greasy
Broke kid searchin' for purpose in his life
Confused on which direction left or right
Crushin' on a girl that was messed up in the mind
Jesus in the streets out at night
Lonely nights in Tijuana it was nice
Pain in my soul yeah I loved that shit
When she passed me her virginity yeah I f*cked that shit
That wasn't even my girl man what the shit
Man I was on some f*ck ass shit
Ghetto kid walkin' the world
And they said the world is yours
Shout to mcquade
The only motherf*cker that really stayed
Shout out to you I thank you for keepin' it real
For real, and you know why?
We really young kids chasin' dreams
Chasin' money chasin' girls
I used to wonder what it all really seems
But now we close to the dream
Woo!