[Intro: Samzy Sam]

Yeah, I got me lots to prove

Eh, yeah, I got me dreams, uh

Yeah, wadup Tammy

Ayy, yeah

[Hook: Samzy Sam]

I got me dreams, so much to prove (so much to prove)

Had to lose sleep cos I want out the hood (yeah)

How can I not? Youngins out makin' moves (out makin' moves)

Time movin' fast, so much to do (yeah)

Chasin' the bag like cops in hot pursuit

But I keep it legit cos momma told me to (woo)

Told all my dawgs, go chase the bag, we gon meet at the top where we gon rendezvous

Yeah, uh, don't go cuttin' corners you might end in the news

Popo don't love you, you know they gon shoot

And ion wanna see my dawgs in a casket

I wanna see 'em all frozen in a coupe

Iced out like they was stuck in a freezer with pocket obese like yokozun'

Flexin' on haters and all of them doubters, drippin' on 'em like a leaky roof

[Verse: Samzy Sam]

What's the goal? Make it outta poverty

Blow a bag and still run back like twice of it

Be that young boy, never broke again until death call my name to come lie in peace

I pray for my dawgs to make it out too, I wanna see all of them shine with me

So we can do donuts with no fryin' pans when we pull up on doubters in baddest whips

Ain't no stoppin' the grind, I got tunnel vision, I see nothin' but dreams ahead of me

And I'ma keep on chasin' 'em till I can't run again like PMB in '23

Only ridin' with similar minds, my circle prolly share radius with wedding rings

Cos if you ain't chasin' that bag, on God, I'ma cut you off like a guillotine

Boy I hustle hard, I been losin' sleep

Keep on rollin' my dice till I hit a six

Rappers is out lookin' for a beef, I be out like a mouse tryna get me cheese

Middle finger, that's my foster kid

I raise it for those who despise the dream

Cos ain't no difference between 'em and SARS, they don't wanna see me young and gettin' it

[Hook: Samzy Sam]

I got me dreams, so much to prove (so much to prove)

Had to lose sleep cos I want out the hood (yeah)

How can I not? Youngins out makin' moves (out makin' moves)

Time movin' fast, so much to do (yeah)

Chasin' the bag like cops in hot pursuit

But I keep it legit cos momma told me to (woo)

Told all my dawgs, go chase the bag, we gon meet at the top where we gon rendezvous

[Verse: Tamedo]

X, Tammy

I'll bare my crotch, you can hang with my nuts

I am not social, no, I lost the plot

Last time I heard from "all my friends"

I was just plugged in and bumping a song

Snake ships or friend ships?

I don't know the difference between 'em no more

But I'd rather be stabbed taking bulls by their horns

Than poisoned by slithering smooth criminals

Cry me a river

And piss me a pond

I know some chicks wanna roost on my cock

But too chicken to tell me that they wanna flock

So they're posting up hints on their status

A lot

Calling me up when they're at the salon

Like Tammy what's up?

"Oh this cost a fortune"

"do me a sub"

I take a shot and DM you my schlong

How is that for a sub?!

Champion, no belt - marlian lemi

But you only find a cigarette packet with me

Mio ki n sha bisiki

But I'm down with the shit

O de n gba lori mi

Gba gba gba n, gigigin

Fall back, 6 months back it was dark in my house

Had nothing but a phone and a matress

I grinded, got a full house

Made moves as soon as p.money landed

Stunting like I deal with pyrex

Impromptu visits came from the mandem

It was a long time coming

They were looking out for me like Jesus, you know the Christ

So read up the Psalms and ring your alarms

No stick up, but nigga my P's up for life

I teamed up with Samz

A quick word for guys

Go secure the bag

We meet at the top

[Hook: Samzy Sam]

I got me dreams, so much to prove (so much to prove)

Had to lose sleep cos I want out the hood (yeah)

How can I not? Youngins out makin' moves (out makin' moves)

Time movin' fast, so much to do (yeah)

Chasin' the bag like cops in hot pursuit

But I keep it legit cos momma told me to (woo)

Told all my dawgs, go chase the bag, we gon meet at the top where we gon rendezvous

Yeah, uh, don't go cuttin' corners you might end in the news

Popo don't love you, you know they gon shoot

And ion wanna see my dawgs in a casket

I wanna see 'em all frozen in a coupe

Iced out like they was stuck in a freezer with pocket obese like yokozun'

Flexin' on haters and all of them doubters, drippin' on 'em like a leaky roof

[Outro: Samzy Sam]

Grindin' hard for that buckoo bucks

Never stoppin' till I prove 'em wrong

They say I ain't never gon make it

They look down on me like I'm a leprechaun

But I stay driven like a lambo truck

At a top speed, like in Motorsports

Chasin' my dreams et cetera

These haters can't tell me nun, I'll be what I want, uh