Dreamville Audition III (Bonus Track)

You know what I mean like
I had like an appreciation for you

Thank you man

I feel like this was the best way to show that, like yo
Like, I embrace you, bro
Do you ever think about life for you
When you’re like 30, when you’re like 35, 40
Do you ever think in the future like that, or?

Yeah, most def
I would just say, I would wanna look back and be like
“Man, everything I prayed for came to pass”
Even more so than what I thought, what I expected
So I just wanna look back and be like
“Man, this really happened”

This probably’ll be the last time I write an audition
Cause after this the fruition of flippin’ samples and writtens being recorded’ll live inside of the ordinance given to me from Coles and the Kendricks
To reap the throne and then give it to who I oppose as the Pippen next to the Jordan
I’m in the position, quarter is over
Time for the bench to get busy
I been there sittin’ since twenty one seven (2017)
Seventeen years on this planet, three mo’ done past and I’m panning all propositions
They claim we equal but piss inside of my DNA sample claim that I’m platinum and probably gifted
I rap like poverty hit me, I got that hunger like kitchen never had products up in it
This feel like Bobby & Whitney
Shock the world ‘til they believe me, may or may not be like Ripley
Soon to be breakin’ them records just like I broke my right elbow when I was 7 and reckless
Pissin’ on covers in Southern Cali to pissin’ on industry, that’s just a jist of me
Innocent lil’ potna with criminal tendencies
Wrong in a lot of ways, hypocritical as a me
Float round just like a butterfly
Know when to be the bee but always gon’ be the A1 potna from Inland streets
Most folk don’t even wanna claim the place they’re from cause they’re weak
Popping out in LA, perpetrating a set then take they lil’ tail right back to IE
See, these type of folk can’t never hang with me
Don’t ask for another feature and no we ain’t holdin’ beef, you’re simply cut off
I learned it that I must protect my energy
We see enough ignorance on TV
Please, don’t bring it to my studio sessions
I’m tryna eat, not complain ‘bout how the IE is dead
And how we need freaks with intentions to shake something, y’all just wanna poke something
I’m lookin’ to raise something like funds and my future babies, maybe the forefront of my legacy stands forever
I claim G.O.A.T just enough for y’all folk to behold something, be patient

Still dreaming
Still dreaming
Still dreaming
Still dreaming

Never knew a rapper that was better
Revenue, I'm good at gettin' cheddar
Reminisce on days I didn't eat
If it's meant to be, then it'll be
Word to Cole for buildin’ up a fly
Fella that he soon’ll wanna sign

This probably’ll be the last time I write an audition
‘Cause after this it’s official
But know the game finna change, same ones that rooted’ll be fishing for any negative sentence to put upon you when you find out you can’t help how you thought could, then it hit you
Just ‘cause the music pops don’t mean my pocket’s swollen, this just some stay afloat money when I had dock and boat motives
But the imbalance of my “Rock The Boat” motives on an Aaliyah tip had me like that Kendrick song on “DAMN.”, I just need the tip
But I promised I’d respect the rap, as well as respect the legends
So when I claim G.O.A.T, I mean it for real, we not out trolling, ain’t no internet flexing
Living through text is the preference
I’ll probably travel the globe, hotels and continental breakfast while everyone on their phone
Can’t even realize when a legend’s in their presence
No paparazzi’s my preference, just me and wifey, no extras, no groupie, girlfriend, or mistresses flashing their naked breasteses
Sad case for a rapper, huh? Only if you a rat and that cat chasing you has you sprung
Tongue tied to a plum that you don’t know so well
All fun and games until the plum is stale
This rappin’ stuff all fun and games until it’s paying bills
My manager just caught me painting this and claimed it’s real
The realest rap came from our stock room and took me straight to Ville
My family told me keep it pushin’, train and pray for real
I know it’s been a long time coming but I can’t conceal the joy I hold inside my spirit, no, it can’t be still
I know y’all lookin’ at my dream like, that mess can’t be real, Jodie can’t get signed
Jodie Jo’s appeal of what his future lookin’ like look like a shameful spill
He put out two “Dreamville Auditions” before, but ain’t no deal
Jermaine don’t worry ‘bout this boy, he know the label’s filled
Remember, Dreamville stacked like the warriors
Well they ain’t stacked ‘til I step in and tell the world my story
I been putting in these hours, I clock in at 5 the morning, giving birth to classic records at my job
I’m past the point of dedicated, past employment, I need platinum plaques
The buoyancy of boat is gettin’ firm so hop aboard before we join into the sea of industry
Believe the GOD in me gon’ keep me poison free
I’m void of being fake so know sure of me
To die a young legend or to live upon the limits given out?
Third times a charm, children
Dreamville, sign now