Verse 1/intro:
3 n***as with a dream
It was grinding time and royal shine
Chasing paper like olympics
This sh** said it was improvement on them statics
It meant faith, money, hustle like azie
Had to bring out the holy ghost that raised me
That sh** was crazy, diggers call us amazing
No one saved me,not lazy, around me it was greedy
Sophisticated breathe like wa**up like Reese
Benjamins and numbers getting me dizzy
Risky choices but harlem had to bring them voices
Royces, but money change n***as but never felt like we lost us
Can't trust new n***as, diggas, made them feel like pulling triggas
Like pullups, n***as changing so fast it seems like they unc ruckus
Hating badly in the eye like ruckus, he was broke tought he was like yayo
Every body on my dick now a days like how the mayo taste
This the race to the top so lets see who the poppa will amaze
Chorus:
Thats them dreams i had
Remeniscing those flash backs
When i keep money stack
All this guap x2
Worst enemies got your back
Day 1 n***as we still mack
Bumping beats that sh** crack
Blowing racks x2
Thats them dreams we had x5
We was young n***as day dreaming
This grind sayin we workin like them cavs
Verse 2:
I done seen n***as make it on the hustle
Profit stacking no rush not flexin muscle
It was my time to make it out the dark tunnel
Loyal, profit, royal but f** being personal
Rehersal, reversal action but n***a is not emotional
k**ed so many n***as , they tired of funerals
Takes me back to energy i lost on these enemies
Pop out the holy ghost with the set like remember me
Dogs going in and out by n***as like vending machines
Takes me back looking at artists in the magazines
Thinking one day ima blow up this limousine
Bumping talking reckless like dont k** my vibe on this beat
Remember them memories? for music? I was being a fiend