DREAMERS & LEADERS

[Intro: Jeffrey Almonte & The Big Hash]
...And if I offended, I am going to remind you, in advance, that I am very sorry, (yeah), and I apologize, for the inconvenience of me not giving a fuck

[Verse: The Big Hash]
Seen the end of the tunnel on the way to limelight
This the shit I was waitin' on for a lifetime
Me and DoouShii go way back, he was still Scoop
And Tyson was Sybateli rappin' in high school
Big dreamers, born leaders
I was chosen by the game when I was still a fetus
How many times I gotta prove it before they believe us?
How many records I gotta put out to show you thе levels we'rе on were never even
Niggas got me tight as hell
Heard 'em say if I put an album out, it wouldn't sell
Niggas forget I went number one off a mixtape at nineteen
I was just a young boy
Kentrell, barred up still never seen the inside of a jail cell
Found a silver linin' livin' half my life in grayscale
Why pick rap over nine to five? This shit pays well
I'm doin' the shit I love and not at gunpoint if you couldn't tell
This how I break my bread, bitch
I wasn't taught to get it how I got it but I did
Using similes and metaphors to put food in my fridge
Bench player, never starter team but how I get the win?
Blew me off before?
Thank you bitch, I'm on my second wind
That's word to Baby Boy, this beat's about a ten
If karma knock you on your ass, you gotta take it to the chin
Don't know who told you I was finished, toss that thought into a bin
The charts are PVT location, best believe I'm 'bout to spin, yessir
I'm in a Audi, windows tinted with your shawty
Got the driver doin' donuts on the block, key in ignition
I got that kinda drive you niggas wish to find
I'm in the stu' chasin' this guap, you in the bathroom sniffin' Kristen
I'm on my opp medulla anytime of day
Hate the fact I called him a friend
You disrespect me, bitch, I get to dissin'
I never been the toughest guy but when I speak, I'm large in size
Get on the beat and hypnotise like Chris Wallace did it
B-I-G might as well add the G-Y
Niggas ain't have the confidence in me since I was knee-high
Women ain't bat an eye at me, now they throwin' me feline
Got older presidents in my pocket, my wallet senile
I'm grindin' 'til my feet hurt
So used to the reverb
The King has spoken, I am not the one you try to usurp
Throne is not for the takin', bitch, fuck everythin' that you heard
I'm one of top three emcees
Fuck second or third, nigga, we just some big dreamers, born leaders
I was chosen by the game when I was still a foetus
I got it easy but not everything is cream and peaches
My asthma used to get so crazy, all you heard was wheezes
Left my education behind, now they call me a genius
Ain't that ironic, huh?
I feel like Kanye in '03 hustlin' features, bruh
I spent a couple years wearin' the same two pair of sneakers
I couldn't afford any more of 'em on the regular
Oh nigga, we straight now
Can't believe I got plenty I haven't worn out in public yet, nigga, I must've lost count
The grass I'm on is so loud
When I roll up and light this shit
Anybody who second hand smokin' it hear surround sound
They told me fuckin' grow up, you a dropout, get a job
But that was way before I found myself on every blog
And everyone who told me I'm a problem
Well, it paid off coz it look like I just managed to piss all these rappers off
I'm a-, undergraduate who over-achieved
Your bro can't look me in the eye because I'm livin' his dream
You prolly listened to my mixtape and you wanted to hate it
You went from two-face to two-step, I brought you the heat
I'm healthy as a horse, I got my nigga Speedsta
Porsche International, my swagger need a Visa, of course
If I was raised by mother nature, then consider me a force
Body bag a beat, send it back in a zip no remorse
That's some real shit (Real shit, yeah)
That's some real shit (Real shit, uh)

[Outro]
We'll all be free, ye-, yeah, yeah
We'll all be free, ye-, yeah, yeah