Figure - Dream Come True lyrics

[Verse 1] It seems to me I got the old bad blues Always have props but now I'm paying dues Going back into my mind about the places that we rock Who's been talking sh** after shows can get popped Cause they don't even know what we've been through Seems like we getting game but our promotions for you Very business minded and always on that real view Our shows front through That's a f**ed up deal And I'm already broke so it won't make me no broker And the street mentality makes me even doper And I think to myself how we still rock clubs Got a powerful mind and n***as still want dubs I guess they money get straight So the product's late Got little [?] on stage for crews express hate And it seems sometimes that I gotta get loose Never asked for dues Just wanna hear the truth Since the age of dukes, like the music sound On the market now, my label underground I'm under-promoted, who's the marketing man? Too much weight on my mind, can't you understand? Or should I explain Don't want to talk in person Save it for the stage Cause that's when I'm rehearsing And I see people rocking even though it ain't me Haven't met many groupies cause I'm choosy with my jimmy And try to stay positive Just to be a figure But it seems like I'm trapped like the everyday n***a But I still maintain In this big old game I still rock shows and even down the bank [Hook] It's a dream come true that I can finally rock a crew The jigs ain't had and the brother's ain't hard It's a dream come true that I can finally rock a crew And a middle finger goes to all you punk MCs x2 [Verse 2] Chi-town is the place Steady is the pace Catch your second case it's a motherf**ing rat race Leaving n***as free with the enemy Cause I got sk**s in the deal but your career's at a standstill Peaka--boo peak-a-boo, it's you know who I might have to wreck you and your f**ing crew How could I be down, wanna be my damn homie But you say I'm not real if you didn't know Back in the days we kick stretch like judo Tryna hand me up loot to make it in the studio Working overtime, stuck in overdrive To survive, gots to stay alive Paying my dues, f** a bullsh** crew Who wanted us to figure, we never snooze You're null and void like a noyd My crew is like steroids I rock the mic and give the motherf**er hemorrhoids Since 87 I hooked up with my first crew That makes me oldschool, thought you already knew Born in 72 only 15 years of age Still a baby, barely out of 8th grade I couldn't break but I popped like a motherf**er And I'm the oldest of a sister and a brother Never another, I'm too complex You get stuck, bamboozled, run, out-f**ing-muscled [Hook] It's a dream come true that I can finally rock a crew The jigs ain't had and the brother's ain't hard It's a dream come true that I can finally rock a crew And a middle finger goes to all you punk MCs x2