The more that I realize that I've got a purpose
The more mopping these floors has got me feeling worthless
Work all night just to keep on the lights
And pay for studio time (I'm sick of customer service)
I should be in the studio stacking vocals
Instead I'm in the grocery store, stacking cokes up
Stocking peas and corn, this is not why I was born
But they keep on telling me to grow up
But what's the definition?
Give up on all my dreams and fall into the system?
What's the point? Honestly must have missed it
Wasn't trynna get rich, just wanted them to listen
Wanted their attention so I worked through the hard times
Kept my head in scriptures, trynna give 'em God's lines
And through all this dream chasin'
Never thought I'd say it, but Dirty, it's finally our time
We on (Tell everybody)
We on (We finally made it)
We on (Tell everybody)
We on (We finally made it)
We on
We on (Tell everybody)
We on (We finally made it)
We on (Tell everybody)
We on (We finally made it)
We on
From 9 to 5 to the people on welfare
B.C. cares if don't nobody else care
On my 2Pac tip, keep your head up
If you got a dream, push hard never let up
Look at me, I went from being cashier of the month
To dropping "Cashier of the Month"
This last year was a trip
I went from being crushed
To finding a career in the field that I love
From checkout lines to punchlines I'm fitting
But it didn't happen overnight
Looking back over my life
I realize why I'm writing the disses
What I was born for, predestined for greatness
Never lost focus cause I know what faith is
Slow down, Guns 'n' Roses patience
Must be dreaming, I just can't believe we made it