06 dreamin - Cordae

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I got a story to tell

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Ayo, ayo

My mom had once tried out for American Idol

I was eight years old, back home, feelin' entitled

Went to school the next day, eyes gleamin' with hope

Plottin' on the J's I'd get when she finally blows

Watchin' MTV Cribs, you know, the spin-off for kids

I just knew when she won, that's just how we would live

Grandma babysittin' us, paper plates in the kitchen

I was heartbroken when she didn't make the audition

Next mornin' filled with gloom, back to regular life

My dreams of bein' a rich kid would finally die

Fuck workin' hard, nigga, boy, I'm tryna be fly

Hand-me-downs from my cousin, these ain't even my size

Fuck writin' a verse with a sweet sixteen

I'm tryna be on MTV for my sweet sixteen

Rev Run elder son got a Lambo for his

They makin' fun of my Shaqs, I can't handle this shit

Back to mom's dream-chasin'

I used to cry when she'd leave for the studio when we lived in East Aiken

Another demo that was shopped around and ain't make it

So then I started writin' in that basement, it went like

It went like

It went like

It went like

Yeah

Ayo, my mom had once tried out for Making The Band

She made it to the third episode, was takin' a stand

You know the season where Puff made 'em run six miles?

Now look what happened to Puff, crazy how it work out

It take me back to the days, I'm sittin' up on the couch

Still countin' my blessings, Uncle John watchin' Westerns

Headphones in, my pen game steadily progressin'

This lil' hobby of mine had turned into an obsession

Now, this is back in '06, now I'm back in '05

Mama had to choose between her dreams and keepin' a job

I said, "Mama, maybe you should make a dancin' song"

She said, "Son, that type of music don't last too long"

Dream deferred, meanwhile, my dreams is worse

Explicit bars, but I swore I wrote the cleanest verse

Fast-forward, I'm fifteen and got the biggest plans

I'll make it big since my mama didn't get the chance

Nigga, that's real