Can you hear me? Young Dreamer. Listen to me I was a real youngin' with a fake ID. I had dreams of buyin' ice and em' play my heat. Them real troppas drop, but they ain't like me. I was broke feelin' like the world hates my dreams. A dollar and my destiny is all I got. I'm from Oak Toronto where the block is hot. A kid from the ghetto is what I always thought like I ain't never gone be all the things I'm not. Wow, I guess is was faith of minority. Now who fucking with the young and the majority? To the haters I'm just trynna let my story free. So, if you hatin' and I'm sorry I ain't sorry G. To the homies who I live by crime. I pray to God you don't die doing time. My niggas telling me I'm missin the scene cuz a youngin can't help but dream.