Lyrics

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] I had dreams I was Michael Jordan, you know the best out Dreamed I went the right way, never went the left route Dreamed that my dead homies never took the death route I dreamed I was accepted, and never was I left out I dreamed I had self esteem, team player With some skills, that could help a team Real shit, I'm still dreaming like I never woke This shit forever jealous, I had a dream I would've made it if I never smoked I'm still dreaming, can't forget the real meaning Them stacks is in my pocket, cause them fiends are still feining Chubby, low key nigga, fuck with OG's nigga Name ring bell, from the Bay to the OC nigga My goonies out of control, OC nigga I ain't into telling on people, you know me nigga Bought my own crib, that came from an o-z nigga Bout show and tell, you killing, then show me niggga I'm on that Fugee shit, 96 coogi fit Blowing on the L, getting wet on some Jacuzzi shit Chubby, they know that him sell yay Got a nigga still dreaming like, MLk I had dreams I was balling like, Harden like KD Old school balling like, Martin like KG Spitting like Nas, you know, born like AZ Made my own movie I could star in, like Jay-Z All I do is spit it hot, grew up no AC No fan, trying to work them windows no HP Dreamed about better things, a better life You know, a TV with a better screen I dreamed about a better dream Sitting on stacks, how much fame can that cheddar bring Fighting for a cause, but it's weird cause I never swinged I grew a flat top, had all the rappers following Got haters eating words, it's kind of hard to see them swallowing Told my bro it's time to eat up holmes, feast on it I never yell on a track, I say my peace on it I'm monstar, on any beat, I'm a beast on it If you ever had a dream, my nigga speak on it I lay my head in the stew, I put my sheets on it I promise to spit the real, I put the streets on it Yea real shit, I'm known to come with real spit Nigga working with his sons, Cali Virg and Will Smith Real Spit