Intro:
Dreams, everybody's got one
Dreams, everybody wants them
Verse 1: (LK)
Like someday in a lambo perfecting my cash flow
People paying big bucks, just to hear my audio
Sorry hoe I already got a girl named molly so
Gotta go, live it up, tearing sh** from show to show
Coast to coast, toast to toast, laying tracks like overdose
Rhymes are gross, lime is close, tell these haters audios
Damn, I go Mayweather on the beat
When I knock it out I send chills down to the feet
And back up to the head, cuz I got to drag it out
People want an encore for the score that's what I'm all about
Okay I got some dreams and so do you
Me and Word-Problems working hard till the day they come true
Chorus:
Dreams, everybody's got one
Dreams, everybody wants them
Go Get 'Em, Go Get 'Em, Chase your dreams Go Get 'Em (AYE)
Go Get 'Em, Go Get 'Em, Chase your dreams Go Get 'Em (yeah)
Verse 2: (LK)
Giving a new flow for y'all to listen to
Whether in your car, in a club, or in your living room
Lk mixing things up different like the number two
But I'm number one every time I play to you
Cuz I am the king, at rapping pitter patter
Whether what I say, makes sense, it doesn't really matter
Every beat is nice, it's served to you on a platter
I step up to the beat, strike it out batter batter
Two masters putting a twist on hip hop
Rhymes come like water to us drip drop we can't stop, can't stop
Livin' a chill life, workin' till the ball drops
And when it does we gone hit the top, stop
Hit America with a new wave of amusement, think outside the box
A new way to do it
(Chorus)
Verse 3: (Word-Problems)
Staring through my window the vision is still suburbia
These talking walls keep taunting me saying "they've never heard of ya"
Plan to break em save the flames, prevail that they mistaken
Spread my answer through their veins while in stadiums parading anthems
I got to make it I felt it ever since I was four that I'd be resonating
And buying my parents endless gold
Lemonade a radiance through my amazing talents break the shackles ordinary
Is pa**ive but floor it on the gas and hope that I'mma crash it
Have the content going reckless in every direction even if I'm dead I spread the resurrection
Me and Owen, we was born to be kings, torching up these microphones omens of the odes we sing
We open for sting, preform with the k**er bees adorn and bling
Floating like a bu*terfly over the roaring hoards we bring
Rolling through these roads holding nothing but a penmanship
Ready to end the treacherous, let it go with the stress and sh**
Welcome to a hopefully successful adventure that ends up levitating us to where we pressing records
Now check it, word-problems and the lyon king
Fighting for the light till we shining like some diamond rings
(Chorus)