Big Dreams II Songtext
von Mark Steele

Uh, yeah
That sound good right there
Uh

First I must acknowledge God up in Heaven (Thank you)
Last moments of 26 reachin′ 27 (Yeah)
I hardly celebrate, I usually spend this day reflectin' (Uh)
The other 364 smoke and mirrors reflectin′
This past year done stepped into a lot of blessings
Finally had more progressions than I did depressions (Woo)
Since this date a year ago, a whole lot done changed (True)
But I'll save that for the second verse, one thing remains (What?)
Is that I still got

Big dreams, big dreams, big dreams, big dreams
Yeah, a nigga still daydreamin'
I still got big dreams, big dreams, big dreams, big dreams
Yeah, that boy still daydreamin′


Man, I swear this time last year I was down and out (Yeah)
Four years in New York had chewed me up and spit me out (Word)
Ended up back in Durham, I moved down South (Uh)
Back to square one, I′m sleepin' on my sister′s couch (Damn)
I felt so caged in, that shit had stressed me out

But then I got a couple emails that let me out (Uh)
'Cause Pandora picked my CD that I just put out (Yeah)
And "Greatness" played on every TV back in every house (Yeah)
Remember first time I seen it, I started blankin′ out (Woo)
My first big rap check had hit my bank account
And what I do? Cop a whip that I couldn't afford

Still fillin′ applications 'cause I wasn't employed
Then my grandma died, it almost killed your boy (Uh)
Made me look at life and wonder what I built this for (For real)
But I know she′d be proud (Yeah)

Starin′ down from Heaven with a smile
'Cause what I drop next year gon′ take me to the clouds

Got big dreams, big dreams, big dreams, big dreams
Yeah, a nigga still daydreamin'
I still got big dreams, big dreams, big dreams, big dreams
Yeah, that boy still daydreamin′


Ayy, anybody got the time?
Almost time, almost time
Almost time, almost time
Almost time, almost time
Almost time, almost
Almost time, almost (Time)
Almost time (Time), almost time
Almost, almost time
Almost time, almost, almost time

And here's a little message to you wack-ass rhyme niggas
And stupid-ass critics that can′t see because you're blind niggas

I'll let you have the summer and the fall, ′cause winter′s mine, nigga
You can't stop greatness, motherfucker
This is God-given, it′s a wrap because God gift it
I'm comin′ with more confidence this time
And two fly bitches that's light-skinned with fat ass
And Hermès and fine nipples and wine sippers and dime crystals
And every nigga past wanna smash, tryna slide in her
Yeah, you know what time is it

Still

Who is this?
Oh, hey, Michael, hold on one second
Daryl, get your ass down here and get ready for school
′Cause if you're not ready by the time that school bus ready
Then I'ma be ready to jump on your ass