Текст песни Big Dreams - CRS

Imma grind with my people all day
Young Kings, young Queens
Imma grind till people get saved
Small Kid Big dreams

Imma grind with my people all day
Young Kings, young Queens
Imma grind till people get saved
Small Kid Big dreams

I get in, I roll up, I get out that′s wassup
Hit the strip with the gang bad gyal fill my cup

I get in, I roll up, I get out that's wassup
Hit the strip with the gang bad gyal fill my cup

Imma grind with my people all day
Imma grind till my people get saved
Young king young queens
Small kid big

I remember when I was young used to be at the park
Young niggas with ambition tryna get out dark
Olders slanging, gang banging leaving neighbourhood marks
Making a start driving down the wrong paths
But young kings we were lucky
Had sensibles mummy′s
Who only cared about education and feeding tummys
Still was looking bummy, shopping out of that shoezone
Kicking ball at lunch getting holes in my shoe though
Had to play cards right you know uno you know flip the scripture
When I got kickers I became that nigga
No more skinny kidda
Eating my tv dinners
Playing with fidgets spinners
Sauce started to spill
Confidence got bigger
Pockets getting fatter and Saffy's she getting thicker
Took so many L's I learnt to be a winner
Now I′m finally out my shell you can call me Master Splinter

Imma ride for my people
International take a flight with my people
Touch the sky with people
Never coming down stay high with my people
Imma shine with my people
Looking like stars stay bright with people
Imma fight for my people (shh)
I might take a life for my people

Imma grind with my people all day
Young Kings, young Queens
Imma grind till people get saved
Small Kid Big dreams

Imma grind with my people all day
Young Kings, young Queens
Imma grind till people get saved
Small Kid Big dreams

Looking down from the penthouse
Ay I never thought that life could be so good
So many floors many stories to tell
And we ain′t never coming down living like a king should
Adding pages to my book, yes writing up new content
Stories from the past always playing on my conscience
But, it makes me sane
It makes me me
And the words that are written will make history
You best believe this ain't no joke
This ain′t no game boy
But I'm up levelling up in the game boy
Making advances taking new chances
I′ve been that artist let's it started im still hardest and haven′t charted
Comfortable garments the flow is patterned its never tarnished
Most of you bruddas are trash garbage you get discarded
Never let a person take advantage
Just cut em loose from the harness yh you gotta be heartless

Imma ride for my people
International take a flight with my people
Touch the sky with people
Never coming down stay high with my people
Imma shine with my people
Looking like stars stay bright with people
Imma fight for my people (shh)
I might take a life for my people

Imma grind with my people all day
Young Kings, young Queens
Imma grind till people get saved
Small Kid Big dreams

Imma grind with my people all day
Young Kings, young Queens
Imma grind till people get saved
Small Kid Big dreams

Picture me at Grammys with the family by my side
Everybody brudda looking fly
Black suit and tie
All the queens at table just adding a likkle spice
I like my fanta no hice
Took me a while to realise that
All the visions would materialise and
Become a reality real life yh
Girls on my line showing another side
Used to diss me now they saying they miss me
They say they into rappers they wanting a Lil Dicky
But now that I'm rapping I'm getting a lil picky
So the only one I need by my side is the one that′s with me (yeah)
It makes easier that way
Cos I know her full intentions wifey really here to stay
So many pictures need to paint
Hope the legacy I lay out never fades or dissapates