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(Verse 1) It was all a dream I kept my eyes glued to the TV screen Back when they made a TV show From Vibe Magazine Round the same time Mason Betha Was a reverend I was writing a flow a night Hoping to get better and Now I look back on it And I'm feeling like a veteran I mean, I'm not bragging But you gotta say I'm better than Some of these rap cats But never mind that Let me take you Back, back, back To where my grind at See, I felt soul In the bottom of my soul Like the bottom of my shoes Time Life had me sold On that old school stream Gordy and his dream From Smokey and the Miracles Letras de cancionesTo Di and the Supremes So I when I spit Its an entirely different thing From talking bout the coke Pack moving or triple beams Do ya dance, two-step Make it rain, throw some D's Lyrically, I'm putting rappers In bags like groceries Something they could feel For the people that's close to me This love second to the worship To the one who died for me Young, talented and humble Cuz I ain't boasting, b But you can't tell me this ain't the way Hip Hop is supposed to be (Chorus) (Verse 2) I never thought that hip hop Would take it this far I mean we've come a long way Like the Model T car But some are more focused on Who drive that nice car Sitting on 28s And you seeing em' spar In they million dollar videos I know this here's hard But like K. West and Game I knew I wouldn't get far If I rapped like them Or we rapped like they I just ain't wanna wrap sandwiches At Subway For the rest of my days I knew it was a way I could turn a hobby To a title they say A legend like John You knew what They Say Like Common If this is uncommon, ay I'd rather be different And tell the truth Then to sell my soul rapping Just to drive a Coupe This real as it gets As life goes on Some of y'all ain't neva gonna get it Like that old En Vogue song (Chorus) (Bridge) (Chorus) (Thanks to Michael for these lyrics) From Letras Mania