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, yeah
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

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

Song video Ab–Soul – Dreamin’

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