So successful, I'm so successful
And thank y'all for taking the time to listen to me you know
Well, you know already know who it is
I'm the feature you seek when your song doesn't get plays
Your rapper's favorite rapper off the shit that I say
I got so much money off the raps I gave
Of stress free income living alive
Sometimes I hide inside a scene I thought up just to get by
Woke up for the nine to five
Began the morning with a lotta drive
And on the freeway traffic jammed
To my shit so I guess they fans
Stuck to their lanes as best they can
But when you see something that you like
Sometimes you don't think twice
That could explain why she came to me
Merging through the lanes all crazily
'Til she's pulling up with her top down
Like a nip-slip at a show with a front row seat
I like to start all my days like this
Dreaming in a state of bliss cuz
When you shoot for the stars in your mind
I'm thinking she just wanna fuck me (hah)
Telling her friends to join in the scene
Ooo yeah that sounds right
I'm lost inside the same shit
Inside a thought I've laid shit
'Til I park in at a parking lot for a job
Where I work to make minimum wage
We all dream outside the usual
From food jobs, retails, and the cubicles
Nobody's happy at a place with people screaming in they face
"Excuse me, but I, ordered two of those!"
Or "could you check the back?"
"Yeah let me get to that"
But please don't hit me with that
"Come to work we short on staff"
Is it too much to ask to get more than we're paid?
Or does that not address the pain?
For the dreams that we holster
Buried inside our skulls would
Never receive exposure when life's about folding clothes
Sure the fight, for higher pay is necessary to strive
But raising minimum to living doesn't keep me alive
My heart resides in the thrill of spilling ink from a pen
Spitting a verse to me is breathing life in a sense
Some say success if profit, salary, and dividends
But continue to dream about their passions when
They're fantasizing again
La la, la la, la la, la la
In a nine to five I fantasize
Some claim that I strategize
Some say we speak thoughts to life
So let me tell you what's been on my mind
I wanna see green last 'til the day I die
I need a place that I didn't need to save to buy
I'm in my head so long with a vision I brung
To the point my reality is being blind
I daydream through a night shift
Bout some nice kicks or a life that's
Not handed down like some clothes I got
Or outta stock for my right fit
My mind is my safe place so
Don't deal with real life
You don't deal with real life
You don't deal with real life
You don't deal with real life
You don't deal with real life
You don't deal with real life
Only making moves when you feel inspired
So you want all the cash and bands?
So you want all the views from fans?
But you don't take advice from friends
Cuz your dream's so high they won't understand
Maybe you should try to make a plan
Or maybe you should try to take a chance
But you fear that you'd fail so you shoot in your mind thinkin'
"Nothing but net again! Uhh!"
How many times can we think that thought?
How many times can we have that talk?
Of what we wanna do with the life we got
Spending more time plotting than we actually start
Better build bridges beyond your friends
Be consistent in your passion and
Put in work or forever be damned