You could dream big

You could dream big but waking up is the prize Late nights pay the price until ideas are realized Though I’m underground my sound taking up the air Im on your home court hooping all you can do is stare Rhymes are outta pocket I’m ready to drop it never gonna stop this You’ve run out of all other options Every verse I spit it’s a piece of my soul Heads are gonna roll gotta pay the troll toll Hustle in my veins got that fire ignited With each line I write my fans get excited From where they shoot in booths makin mix sweat blood and mud Illuminate the blind mind like a spark in the dark I want the crowd to feel every word that I say Big splash makes waves Elevate the game I’m up before the sun get things done before it’s done More than money on my mind leaving poverty behind every intention of my mind capitulates a bold design survived a sketchy past unbelievable The future’s looking mighty fine And setback’s are just setups lessons in disguise From Waking up to nightmares To sleeping with the lights off Used to fear the fall now i fear failing to fight Against all odds Dreams are just the blueprint reality’s the prize Building bridges with my words I memorize then mesmerize. Staying true to my vision I monetize no illusions in my sight no lies no shit Manifesting my dreams Through rhyme schemes That never quit Life’s a journey not a race savor every stride Move aside pride Faith is where happiness hides I’m holding the latter no one climbs no matter how hard it gets Jesus take this burden of mine How am I supposed to get to the bank i can’t stop laughing thus far Fame’s a fickle friend Toggle the test difficulty for very hard Life is mirror-ally more than just a dream I see moves ahead like it’s game of chess and a scene in Scream Im stingy for the bejis I’m rapping for the mask so the legacy to last rap fame banger watch me shine and watch me soar and watch me show my ass Treble Weight the name southern Californian the game Most won’t take a shot Even when they take aim Heart don’t skip a beat She wants to see if I could take the heat Split the zip after a spliff real quick That’s not a hoe that’s a gift You fight in your after life if you’re revolutionary thoughts For change turn into minds for money Hell we all sellout everyday to hitchhike on heavens highway everything in moderation like it’s a fact but would you tell a serial killer that Here’s a hatchet it cuts like the scalpel that’s needed but we took a swing and now we can’t stop the bleeding The end is misleading what the hell am I reading