Big Dreamers (Lawtown Remix)

[Reks-Verse 1] I wanna travel the world Lace my wife with the diamonds and pearls My mom with a crib So she can live in peace she deserves Give my son Zeke everything I missed as a youth So every time I get in the booth I rap with a focus Rats and the roaches No more of that More like plaques and awards It’s the new prognosis Ride or die ? always said you the dopest And I know this so I’m aiming at the game like coaches Pain had us hopeless No more living broke like as hobos We building like Legos the logos Show-o-double ff (showoff) Reppin’ M-A-double S (Mass) like a Malolm X out of jail photo By any means necessary Green’s the itinerary Lawtown scene and the dream’s to be rich, you ready? Well live it up, fill the cup, make a toast All my niggas know that victory’s close Held your head if ya… [Hook] Big dreamers, we all seem to be big dreamers Wanted it all, oh we wanted it all Cause, we big dreamers When me and my homies were small we kept our eyes on the mall Big dreamin’ til my rims spin And my swag right Cause my gear fresh And mom’s got a crib of her own Shit I’m grown, so I’m gonna keep big dreamin’ I got gots to get it [Termanology Verse 2] It’s all-scientific Mystic, you know the earth and the stars Don’t hesitate to say heard of the law We the boys from the north When Krumb put me on, I was under 21 with a gun in my palm But that was way back Wishin I had a starter jacket In the part of Bradford Street where the crack heads were on the corner clappin’ Before the I-Tunes, I was high-noon With my Ice-Cube tape bangin’ at the loudest vol-ume Had to defend mine, without seeing Fed-time Member when I told my momma, I ‘ma make it big time That’s when I made up my mind, I was big dreamer Aim for the sky, label guys gonna feed us Caviar and such, now we on the bus Perion and cuffs? Cali in the dutch We on a world tour I’m so proud of myself, I seen the big picture IMAX theatre, ology, I was a big dreamer [Hook] [Krumbsnatcha-Verse 3] The million dollar man, call him K-Dibiase OT the ice man, a rap’s Liberace Frost bit, three hundred thou for some car shit Still underground, get the hoodies for the mosh pit That’s just a dream now, but it’s like a part of me Escape mental poverty, now its like monopoly On my mind constantly Out for the property ? Money and vision is missing properly And I’m a work til the good lord bury me Give back to charity, manifest prosperity And nothing change when there’s money to burn Just be stunnas with the young gunnas Reks and Term It started from a dream on the corner just rapping But now we hard to find like Osama Bin Laden Dreams now materialized, ain’t no surprise From the bottom to the top, seen the family rise [Hook]