[Intro]
All the little children
Happy little children
In the garden of love
All the little children
Their dreams are filled
With rainbow skies
And pretty butterflies
That dance before your eyes
Keep growing and learning
Reaching for the stars
[Verse]
I always wonder what my life would be like
I take a chance, I hit a dance, because my life could be right
Working hard just for food, the fucking fridge would look light
Plenty fights in school, high, tryna get my feet right
Dreaming bout the day I stand on stage and rap away
Then hit the church on Sunday morning, what the pastor say
A couple words from the man with a friendship with the God
Never want a Grammy when his love is the greatest award
Sometimes I feel the love but also the hate of the Lord
Because a lot of days, attention I couldn’t afford
I defend the fam and post outside just to score
But the injury I battled from has made me sore
I fly too high then kick back
I switched, so I see the mismatch
I break the bread like Kit-Kat
I’m a big boy now, no 3 stacks
I can chase a dream and catch it, don’t matter how fast it ran
Or I can build a scheme to live the dream and cut the middleman
All the little children
Happy little children
In the garden of love
All the little children
Their dreams are filled
With rainbow skies
And pretty butterflies
That dance before your eyes
Keep growing and learning
Reaching for the stars
[Verse]
I always wonder what my life would be like
I take a chance, I hit a dance, because my life could be right
Working hard just for food, the fucking fridge would look light
Plenty fights in school, high, tryna get my feet right
Dreaming bout the day I stand on stage and rap away
Then hit the church on Sunday morning, what the pastor say
A couple words from the man with a friendship with the God
Never want a Grammy when his love is the greatest award
Sometimes I feel the love but also the hate of the Lord
Because a lot of days, attention I couldn’t afford
I defend the fam and post outside just to score
But the injury I battled from has made me sore
I fly too high then kick back
I switched, so I see the mismatch
I break the bread like Kit-Kat
I’m a big boy now, no 3 stacks
I can chase a dream and catch it, don’t matter how fast it ran
Or I can build a scheme to live the dream and cut the middleman
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