Ab-Soul - Dreamin lyrics

rate me

feat. K-Boy & Tone Trump

This type of shit you gotta have your shit on point, fool

SJ please excuse the delay

Know it take time for perfection

And we do strive for perfection

Ab-Solar system

The best

I got dreams, I got those aspirations

The plaques that are platinum and gold

This is stack, not for show

This is actually happening, I’ll have you know

How I’ve mastered my craft faster than average

Lapping you slowpokes, I’m after the cat

‘Cause solo is so broke that I need a cast

Please understand this ain’t quite what it may seem

This rap shit ain’t all that it’s cracked up to be

So until my name ring like thug liberty

Bell, I’mma raise hell, it rains and it pours

So much it can fill a well

And I know that well and if you don’t feel no well

Got a dime of kush, tryna dub move the tree

Like the hotel, her blunt took a face, only time I take an L

And I never fell even if I slip and fall

I get up, dust myself off and pick up where I left off

You know what?

I’ve got too much heart to stop and give up on my dreams

So I won’t

And I refuse to let you tell me that I can’t so I don’t

I’ve been struggling, tryna see it till the end

And I will

‘Cause it’s evident

I can’t stop, I won’t stop, I can’t stop it, no

They keep rewinding, I keep on grinding

Stacking this paper to get up my shining

I know the sun shine right after the rain

Deal with the pain and I never complain

Born in the struggle, my mind is a muscle

I go so hard with the grind and the hustle

Learn in this game not to screw up the bizz

This ain’t about me, I’ll just do for my kids

All work and no play, got no time for no hoes

I said so, I’m tryna accomplish my goals

Love for the craft but that’s all for the cream

You stress up my back tryna build up my team

Niggas gonna hate but shit most of ‘em fake

I pay them no mind, I just stack up my cake

Don’t know how to feel homie, that ain’t my thing

But better believe I’mma get to my dreams

I’ve got too much heart to stop and give up on my dreams

So I won’t

And I refuse to let you tell me that I can’t so I don’t

I’ve been struggling, tryna see it till the end

And I will

‘Cause it’s evident

I can’t stop, I won’t stop, I can’t stop it, no

Lil’ nigga with a dream like Doctor King

I want the fancy cars, I wanna rock the bling

I want the pretty girls, I want the big house

I want my mama living somewhere far away out

I want my kids going to school with the whiteys

I want a sneaker deal, somebody call Nike

I wanna shoot movies, somebody call Spike Lee

This for the kids in the ghetto just like me

If you want it then can get it, you gotta work for it

I wouldn’t want it if I didn’t had to work for it

So I grind and I push then I push some more

I ain’t in but I’m right at the front door

You know you’re close when the haters start hating

You know you’re close when the real start faking

I keep the law first and I go hard

I came from nothing, it’s only right I show off

I’ve got too much heart to stop and give up on my dreams

So I won’t

And I refuse to let you tell me that I can’t so I don’t

I’ve been struggling, tryna see it till the end

And I will

‘Cause it’s evident

I can’t stop, I won’t stop, I can’t stop it, no