Kid With a Dream by TheAnt777 Lyrics
[TheAnt 777 – Verse 1:]
From a kid with a dream
To a lyrical teen
Some would say I’m a miracle teen
That I’m not lit, lit-erally
But I’m here eating the beat
Spit on the beat, spit out the seeds
I worked hard to give not receive
Now respect they’re giving to me
Loads of things I gave the game
Make money, save money, trade money
Until I was able to pay for fame
Paid for fame, made my name
Made an aim to make a change
Promote peace, movement
I’m the only kid, with passion to do this
Time consuming, rhyme producing
Lots of good things I was losing
But it’s worth it, I ain’t snoozing
I sometimes thought I can’t do this no more
But I kept moving, cuz I was finding a purpose
I couldn’t imagine life with no purpose, it’s worthless
I’d get bored working in a store, music’s in my core
Cuz there’s people in need who I speak for (speak for)
Represent and rep the man who made EST
Credit to those who believed in me, thank-you so much
[TheAnt 777 – Verse 2:]
I need it like wood to a beaver, dreams to a believer
500 degrees yea, I’m hot like a fever on the head of a hater
Who listened to one song, told me hip-hop was a bitch and that I would never meet her
Well fuck him cuz I’m getting ins
I finna win with adrenaline
I be making specimens
Of the human skeleton
Because I’m shockin they’re jumping outta their skin
White skin, black skin
Either way I’m rapping
I’m the opposite to how they’d picture my rapping
I’m tryna kidnap pessimistic kids with my rapping
Telling them their dreams can come true
Positive and I’m happy to make the kids really happy
So that the kids can be napping
Dreaming of massive dreams to be catchin’
Imagine what you could achieve with your passion
Kidnapping the kid’s ears
Tell him fuck your fears
I guarantee in my fire you’ll be inspired
That’s my promise
From a kid with a dream
To a lyrical teen
But im here eating the beat
I worked hard to give not receive, now respect they're giving to me
From a kid with a dream
To a lyrical teen
Some would say I’m a miracle teen
That I’m not lit, lit-erally
But I’m here eating the beat
Spit on the beat, spit out the seeds
I worked hard to give not receive
Now respect they’re giving to me
Loads of things I gave the game
Make money, save money, trade money
Until I was able to pay for fame
Paid for fame, made my name
Made an aim to make a change
Promote peace, movement
I’m the only kid, with passion to do this
Time consuming, rhyme producing
Lots of good things I was losing
But it’s worth it, I ain’t snoozing
I sometimes thought I can’t do this no more
But I kept moving, cuz I was finding a purpose
I couldn’t imagine life with no purpose, it’s worthless
I’d get bored working in a store, music’s in my core
Cuz there’s people in need who I speak for (speak for)
Represent and rep the man who made EST
Credit to those who believed in me, thank-you so much
[TheAnt 777 – Verse 2:]
I need it like wood to a beaver, dreams to a believer
500 degrees yea, I’m hot like a fever on the head of a hater
Who listened to one song, told me hip-hop was a bitch and that I would never meet her
Well fuck him cuz I’m getting ins
I finna win with adrenaline
I be making specimens
Of the human skeleton
Because I’m shockin they’re jumping outta their skin
White skin, black skin
Either way I’m rapping
I’m the opposite to how they’d picture my rapping
I’m tryna kidnap pessimistic kids with my rapping
Telling them their dreams can come true
Positive and I’m happy to make the kids really happy
So that the kids can be napping
Dreaming of massive dreams to be catchin’
Imagine what you could achieve with your passion
Kidnapping the kid’s ears
Tell him fuck your fears
I guarantee in my fire you’ll be inspired
That’s my promise
From a kid with a dream
To a lyrical teen
But im here eating the beat
I worked hard to give not receive, now respect they're giving to me