I've always been a daydreamer da shit i imagine, If I hit da lotto fo a milli watch what happen. Momma got her own house brah and sis forever straight, Daughter way ahead da class eventhough she started late. Couple cars in da garage fo cruisin on da interstate, No more trappin in da hood just to keep food on they plate. Give a couple of houses to the needy just to clean da slate, I'm thankin GOD fo blessin me to finally take a fuckin break. Been stressin ova makin ends and stretchin all my dividends, When I was down and callin friends askin fo a helping hand. I felt like a bum but either way it go I took a stand, Gotta be da man befo these people so I need a plan. What if I was rappin makin paper would dat change my personality, Flexxin' like those other guys wit' fake originality? Never dat' what am I thinking I could never sell my soul, To pay da' toll fo' all da' riches in world to take dat' stroll. What if I had a duffle bag dat' was filled wit' cash, Probably blow a couple stacks hit da' club and throw some racks. Just to be dat' nigga dat' can say he ball out to da' max, And think about da' consequences easy money never last. I'd rather have my fam eating and their body breathing, Than living alone replaying everytime they leaving. And watch my baby reach da' skies cuz she is achieving, And tell me dat' she proud her father isn't even beaten.