Rapmessiah - What it means lyrics

[Hook: Labi Siffre] And I wonder if you know what it means To find your dreams come true [Verse 1: rapmessiah] And I wonder Back and forth thinking Been staring at the prize so long what's blinking Champagne sippin In my basement track flippin I sleep one eye open never catch me slippin Come on stage and see these other rappers dippin Look to my left I'm next to Karrueche She a freak, she wants me to eat her coochi But in public we elegant rocking prada and gucci Hit the south coast and say whats up to lil tunchei We chillin on can*l street while he teaching me how to ollie This verse was written right after the pa**ing of Muhammad Ali Float like a bu*terfly sting like a bee Your hands can't hit what your eyes don't see This sh** puts me in contention for the best emcee Flow so outer I space myself and all I gotta wear is BBC Straight out the gutters of NYC To the devices of music lovers worldwide Put the odds against me and block haters like Ha**an Whiteside Never forget where I came from always reppin that east side Hit the jet and spread my raps across the US to that west side Now they showin love cuz they see a 17 year old spitta with the knowledge of the rap game in his back pocket If you have the pa**ion of a G then lock it They may tell you what to wear but never how to rock it Now its my time to take off on this rocket What's up [Hook: Labi Siffre] And I wonder if you know what it means To find your dreams come true [Verse 2: Kenan] And I wonder if I'll ever find them And if I don't can I take the time and rewind it Life's a b**h don't you just wonder if you'll (Find your dreams come true) That the life you really want? Did you get it on demand? Is it big? Is it grand? Did you even plan? Is it okay if I just dream forever? And then go back to trying makin it better In the night I'm always on some other sh** Always bout some sh** I never really get Only some things I could truly understand But I guess that's just wonders of being the man Crack a smile through the struggle underneath the rubble Cuz when sh** hits the fan, it just sprayed back muscle And all these girls be talkin like I f**in played them b**h u should be happy you got minutes, you complainin? Y'all can't fill my shoes tho don't even ask for my size I could bullsh** with my lips baby, not with my eyes And the bags right under it are Louis, keep em dry But deep on the inside sh** just hurt my pride Gotta go goodnight No f** it, I mean goodbye [Outro: Labi Siffre] I will sing my song for you