[Verse 1: Tremayne]
I guess I'm just a sad boy I guess, 'cause it don't make sense to me why I don't motherf**ing feel well
My bro just made a motherf**ing meal well
I just threw my last quarter in the wishing well
You gave up on ya dreams, n***a I wish you well
Basic job, basic b**h, basic phone bill
See you travel but how far can you get away from home 'fore they tell you gotta f**ing come home bill
Come home and pay your basic f**ing phone bill
Come home and kiss your basic f**ing wife on the mouth but she was s**ing the neighbors dick while you was gone
These the account of ya neighbors, they ain't know you was on
They ain't know you was on, they ain't know you was on the break of exploding first she told you she had ya first kid
They ain't know you was on
They ain't know you was opening for the 6 God, skippin' all ya night shifts
They ain't know how much you dry n***a, you dry n***a
They ain't know how much you tryin' n***a, you tryin' n***a
Don't be a b**h, why you crying, because tonight n***a?
I wrote this f**ing song for you, I ain't lie n***a
'Cause I was waitin' in line when tape kid dropped
A couple people in front of me but I fear not
I been the type of n***a to always stir the f**ing pot
Reminiscing while listening to beat rock
Tance, Devvie I love you, you n***as left me on my own but I ain't afraid to hold the f**ing heat rock
Hot potato n***a, pa** it on
Treamyne's the underground king, n***a, pa** it on
[Interlude]
A lot of people in this world don't have the eyes to see through the fake and the heart to feel through what's real
I won't never let a motherf**er tell me how much I deserve
Lets go get this paper together
Lets go chase our f**ing dreams, my n***as
Lets go chase our f**ing dreams. (Haha, WOO!)