Smalltown Dreams

Spittin' on the mic from the 276 Tryin' to make it in this life in the sticks Recordin' in this field with the flow that kicks Hopin' one day I can sell out the tickets Like when I perform at the Botanic and Fair Got their price like hell, I don't even care Just left my folks somethin' to share And all that respect, so I was aware That one day I might have to go take a loss In order for me to live this life like a boss I must go to the Baptist, to the cross And pray that my life doesn't get so crisscross Lord, I just want my life to get better Well, maybe I just need to get me some more paper To get my name out sooner than later I'm a small-time MC tryin' to make my life easier Livin' in Grundy Virginia, full of small-town dreams Spittin' fire, my lyrics like laser beams Took me five years to pimple to realize it seems Too work, so I never give enough of my dreams I pay my dues to earn the mad respect Leavin' songs for my folks at home to reflect My hometown is a field of memories that I collect Here it's makin' dreams into somethin' realistic The way I was raised to either live or learn Although sometimes I didn't listen, I just burned But I was raised strong, I never made the wrong turn That's why I stayed in the game for somethin' to earn In my hometown, there's either work hard or draw checks Even when I do work, I stay a nervous wreck Why do I go out like a card in a deck? To make my lyrics hit all the haters in the neck Yeah, I came from a small town and I rap Although I used to spit rhymes, she gave me the nap Soon my voice will be heard all over the map Instrumental or not, I will always screw to a tap In this life, I always wanna achieve my goal Instead of going to work and work for coal Till then, I'm gonna stick with the roll Dog, I have nothin' to lose in the game, so Livin' in Grundy Virginia, full of small town dream Spittin' fire in my lyrics like laser beams Took me five years for people to realize it seems To work, so I never given up on my dreams I pay my dues to earn the mad respect Leavin' songs for my folks at home to reflect My hometown is a field of memories that I collect Here it's makin' dreams into somethin' realistic