[Hook]

Are you really here or am I dreamin'

I can't tell dreams from truth

For it's been so long since I have seen you

I can hardly remember your face anymore

Yeah, is that really you success?

I know you're close...

But I haven't seen you in so fuckin' long man, you know

I'm a find you though, I'm gonna find you

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

Yeah, success, is that you around the corner?

I've been on your trail, now they say it warmer, warmer

It's been a long time since I seen you too

Probably since my last wrestlin' match in high-school

And after that you left me

Packed up and bounced with lady luck, then shit got messy

Grades started slippin' and the drugs kicked in

E pills, Coke, Percs, Klonopins

Either high or in a bad mood

Pissed off teenager, covered in tattoos

Grade A fuck-up, simple as that

I'm surprised my two parents didn't turn their back

But they never gave up on me, I love 'em for that

And I promise I'm a pay it all back with these raps

I know my bail was high but mom and dad I'm a pay back

Every penny or I'll try, let it ride

[Hook]

Are you really here or am I dreamin'

I can't tell dreams from truth

For it's been so long since I have seen you

I can hardly remember your face anymore

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]

Yeah, success, is that you?

People tell me that you're nearby and I'm hopin' that it's true

Cause lately you haven't made an appearance in my life

Just a spot at the bottom and a lot of long nights

Court fees, shitty jobs, bad luck, drug problems

Or have a non-religious kid looking to God

Swear to God I been through a lot of shit on this path

I'm not here to brag about it but no one can change the past

I put together raps, tryna make myself a stag with it

I've put my heart, soul, everything I had in this

Slice my wrists and I bleed for this rappin' shit

How could you mothafuckers say I'm not passionate?

This is all I've ever loved, do it till the death of me

Proven that I'm worthy, I don't care what they expect from me

And I'll do it till there's not a breath left in me

Tryna make it in this crazy world successfully

Ah, tryna make it in this crazy world successfully

Tryna make it in this crazy world successfully

Tryna make it in this crazy world successfully

Yeah

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]

So many people told me success was up for the takin'

But I can't tell if it's real or all my imagination

Spit it so sick, that I need a vaccination

But I'm still underrated as fuck, any occasion

That I had to rise to, I did

But they still consider me a gimmick strictly just because of where I live

Dope when I rap I flow, it's my path to blow

This ain't the mothafuckin' white rapper show

Sharpin' skills like katanas in the arms of a ninja

Pure bred with the heart of a winner

Put my all in this shit, if I fall or I trip

I'm just gettin' back up, never callin' it quits

So hard when I spit, you need armor for this

Dusk till dawn till I'm gone, I'm a spit

Do it till I got nothin' left

Word to my very last breath I'm a find my success

Yeah

[Hook]

Are you really here or am I dreaming

I can't tell dreams from truth

For it's been so long since I have seen you

I can hardly remember your face anymore