Truly Purposeful (Intro) Lyrics
[Part I]
[Intro]
Dreams without goals
Yearly goals, life goals, daily goals, monthly goals, hourly goals
Minute by minute goals, dreams without goals, are just dreams
And they ultimately fuel disappointment
Goals on the road to achievement, can not be achieved without
Discipline and consistency
[Hook]
It all started with a dream, it all started with a dream
It all started with a, started with a, started with a dream
It all started with a, started with a, started with a dream
It all started with a dream, it all started with a
[Verse 1]
Young boy with a dream, all he wanted was to be seen
Now the cameras start to surround him, he on the scene
A product of Em, Nas, Big, Rakim, Pac, Game, Black, Kane, Outkast
Q-Tip, Doc
He studied the roots, now he rapping for the gods
He well aware he gotta fight for his spot
Now the pressure is on him his stomach is tied in a knot
The butterflies are fucking him up
Writing six hours a day it still ain't enough
I'm coming for your motherfucking throats, this ain't a bluff
[Hook]
It all started with a dream, it all started with a dream
It all started with a, started with a, started with a dream
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It all started with a, started with a, started with a dream
It all started with a dream, it all started with a dream
[Verse 2]
I woke up early I'm 20, it's a blessing, the essence of adolescence leaves my body
I've been through a lot, now I did it with rapping
You know I'ma be in front, first row when the torch is passing
Excuse me but I'm not just passing I'm here to stay
I'm all about the game, but I don't play
Back when Naison was born that was my Muhammad Ali to Cassius Clay
So it's rumble in the jungle till I make it motherfucker just remember then
I hope you remember when it all started with a dream
[Part II]
[Verse 2]
Pain killer for the pain dealing with bullshit, tryna' stay sane
Heart pumping blood faster through the veins just tryna' build some respect for my name
Focus got me on the edge choking, bitch you better get the fuck outta' my lane, stop poking
Hard time copin' with stress, I'm hoping to get blessed
I ain't clean bitch, I got shit to confess
When it comes to straight spittin' I'm in kill mode calculating my steps like I'm playing chess
Fuck stacks I want racks
I been broke for too long now tired of getting stabbed in my back
Matter of fact you don't want me taking shots, I put a hole in your chest
I ain't stoppin' till my wall is full of plaques
I go in the ring with the intention to cause a mess a fucking beast causing cardiac arrest
They don't walk in my presence without a body vest my dominance I manifest you taking big long breaths in your lil' raps, hah
I know I got you a little mad so welcome
I know I got you a little mad so welcome, I said
Welcome
