A Dream, A Plan

(album: It Was Unwritten - 2020)

(Natural Disaster)

[Sy Ari Da Kid:]
I had a dream, a plan
That Hov put me with Roc-A-Fella fam
That RZA let me join the Wu-Tang Clan
And DJ Premier said I was the MC of the year
Oh, yeah
That payback homi', them niggas thought it was sweet and I hit 'em
No A$AP Rocky, just say that
I used to hate that timing, uh
Like Wale, up dream chasing 'bout a mill', like, "Maybach, sign me"
I'm on that growth for living
I took an oath, I'm different
Behold, I can stop the globe from spinning
I rose like Derek or flowers you throw to women
I'm cold, we ain't approaching winter
Never sacrifice your soul for glitter
Ain't always what you can afford
Black man, just focus, nigga, get it?
I done seen homeless victims scold their children
Dudes switch up on they bros for women, a poet written
These unwritten motion pictures
Niggas that think home is prison
Get free from parole and then feel alone and distant
Now prone to the life they have grown to live in
Ain't it cold, my nigga?
Yeah
Word
I had a dream, a plan
That J Dilla produced one of my jams
That Big Pun and Big L know who I am
Me and Biggie in the booth with Puff
Without all the shiny suits and such
True enough
Bruises, cuts
It go from me verse you to you verse us
I come from bubble gooses, Timberland boots with scuffs
Where niggas who never do enough do too much
Even though I got love for them
I only trust two niggas and I'm not one of 'em
Why my youngins are snoring?
If I preach, I'm boring
If I teach, I'm old, and they ignore it
If it's beef, they scroll, looking for it
If I don't sell it for cheap, they can't afford it
It's free, they calling
We retarded
We just falling
Like leaves in August
This what I fought for
It's crazy when Fabolous pass me the aux cord
And T.I. call my phone like, "We need to talk more"
I still ain't friendly
I did some songs with Timbaland that he still ain't send me
Still they envy the GOAT
You pick a price, give me a quote
Did you know I would've never did music without my brother?
Did you know I raised my son full-time without his mother?
Okay then, I been produced a song with Khaled on it
And you can ask Lamar, gave him everything that I owed him
Let's have a moment
Of silence
I had a dream, a plan
I signed to the Diplomats with Cam
That I made Baby and Wayne shake hands
That Ruff Ryders and Three 6 Mafia need this album and I'm gone

[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Let your country cousin talk to 'em one time, Sy, what happenin'?
Uh

I had a dream of the plan
That I could swing down while UGK was big pimping and let my doors slam
Pull up on [?]
TV like Johnny, just copped me a grill
After the capper, I'm cracking a seal
Pour up for Big Moe and Screw, hold up, for real
Geto Boys taught me gotta let my nuts hang
Every time my mind went to playing tricks on me, had to let my trunk bang
Music kept me liberated when I felt outcasted
And some of those poems from Big Rube helped me get past it
Type of [?] you couldn't imagine with dragons
I'm Biggie with cadence, Pac with passion
To be a king remembered in time (Woo), I know what I'm asking
This for them folks that slipped on that black ice
Where the Goodie Mob gotta tread light
When you on the road on a light night tip
Like Three 6, when the smoke clears
Hope you make it home
Meet me at the crossroads, you won't be long
That's word to bone
I had a dream, the plan, all along, Krizzle