Dreamers

[Chorus] Tell all my niggas, trying to make it out one day Spending all night, praying that it take you some place Putting money on a bitch Trying to get it, no lie We all want it all Get rich or, die trying It all depends on you [Bridge]x2 Compared to all these niggas out right now We the motherfucking greatest, we the motherfucking greatest We the motherfucking greatest, we the motherfucking greatest [Verse 1: Cruz] Kill em with a real ill flow, real ill flow From the motherfucking Naptown, yo Lil' white kid, but his rhymes is, so vicious On a mission, to raise up all of my digits Only Fifteen, but a mic fiend I'm lightening, when I spit a four bar Eight, twelve, or maybe even a sixteen I hope y'all are listening I'mma give the game what it's been missing Stopping? I'm not Clocking these thots Got one shot, to make it to the top So I stay dope, like the coke That be trafficking into the inner cities And kiddies be slanging for some dough, woah Got real for a second, right? A'ight, let's strive for a better life Maybe I can make it and put my whole city on the map For the nap, cause you know nobody gets to live life twice [Verse 2: Auto] Step in with the killer flow Me and my nigga Cruz, we the mic killers though Uh, nigga stop it, we the main topic Killin and rippin the web, really hope you feel it though On the same block, where them niggas dealing coke 6'2", hoop dream, wasn't hitting though Momma struggle with the bills, we just trying to get a meal Same time niggas getting smoked, getting smoked, getting smoked My niggas getting blown, but I was getting to the music Writing all my stresses away, 808's and snares so theraputic Looking in the mirror like homie you can do this Lil' black kid, spitting hood nonsense Just trying to get a profit, made my momma a promise Now I'm out with the team, just trying to chase my dreams Yeah [Chorus] [Bridge] [Verse 3: Auto] Lil' homie straight from the Naptown, but a nigga don't sleep Nah a nigga don't sleep, from the same streets Most niggas don't eat, most niggas don't eat But I'm out here with my team, and you know we grind hard Never coming at me trying to catch me off gaurd (Don't!) Bad bitches, yeah I hit 'em out the park Struggle on my mind, dreaming 'bout a black card Dreaming 'bout tours, dreaming 'bout shows Get up out the hood, trying to get up on the road Venue full of fans, Tony with the band Cruz with the team, Josh with the whole thing That's why I'm grinding on y'all motherfuckers Whole family pockets gon' flip All them bill collectors on the phone I'm about to make my momma rich, yeah [Verse 4: Cruz] I feel like, I wanna go away Same shit every single day I wake up, bake up, get to working I'm still uncertain my purpose And I don't know if I'm worth it But I go so, hard, they gotta notice some time Some rhyme, got to get them to feel the whole vibe Fuck time, I'mma live forever I'mma grind until the family in the better weather Cause it's so cold I hope you know I'm still flowing for you To the homies that's doing wrong, you know I'm praying for you Now who I'm praying to is different, depending on who you ask Just know the energy's sacred, and they knew it in the past Damn, are you proud of me? Person I plan to be? I know you wish I would just get out my insanity You hear it in my songs, see it in my face I'm different now, yeah I changed Is it for the better?