JIANT - "Dreams"

My version of "Dreams" by The Game (prod. by Kanye West) “Dreams” (J.I.A.N.T.’s Version) (Verse 1) So I started rappin’ 2007 After I told Kid Hayes that life is hectic. In one night my demo is done “JIANT Has Arrived” had DHS straight goin’ nuts. Everybody got opinions, but I only got one. Dissatisfied with my product, knew I had to step up. Feel like everybody judging, my shit’s not up to par. If I didn’t “Make A Change”, well I “Wouldn’t Get Far”. Still my boys saw my vision, Joaquin bumped it in his Expedition. Local cats had fame, and I was the next to get it. So I wrote some new jams, attended poetry slams, Learned some new styles, supplied them all-new tracks. It’s kind of a trip to think where it all began. After school sessions up in SikFigure’s lab. Yo, homie, I been gifted, Ruth Dutton told me that, And it’s gon’ take more than the ghetto To go and hold me back. (Chorus) Rushin’ in this forty ounce, Lettin’ the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Cesar Chavez had a (dream) Selena had a (dream) Ritchie Valens had a (dream) So I reached out to SikFigure… (Verse 2) Man, I used to fiend for a thick bad bitch from Dina, At first it was all just a (dream) They love rappers, love poets, Groupie ho’s at shows blow whoever’s flowin’ Warm up to ya, but later turn the coldest. That type of shit can get you down at times, But anything is possible if I fucked Kristina twice. So I never quit it, this rap shit I forever live it. No offspring, but I’ll bring my creative lyrics. I still remain unsigned hype, cuz I refuse to sell out, Bitch, I’m just not your type. I got metaphors, I got similes. To say you ain’t feelin’ me, gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. And I don’t feel the need to panic Most of these cats ain’t a challenge, And some ho’s ain’t worthy of my talents. You ain’t Donna, and I ain’t Ritchie Valens. I hate to sound callous, but I feel my point is valid. (Chorus) Rushin’ in this forty ounce Lettin’ the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Pancho Villa had a (dream) Zapata had a (dream) El Santo had a (dream) So I reached out to Eli… (Verse 3) The dream of Luis Rodriguez, that’s what I’m livin’ through. The dream of Gary Soto, that’s what I’m givin’ you. Who else reppin’ the streets of Cali? From NoHo to the Central Valley, A hoodlum hangin’ with David Dominguez, too. Eli had me rap on a Bizzy G track. Me and Dura slaughtered mic’s just to bring the streets back. Rap-Tastic Force know we got them sick flows. “Fame will come in time”, said my homie Francisco. A major on the subject, disrespectful when I speak it. If words are weapons, I’ma misuse my English. If fuckin’ Splynter made it, and Esems made it. Scratchin’ my fuckin’ head like “Well, why shouldn’t J then?” How should I say this? I’m livin’ for myself. I don’t expect you to understand some shit you never felt. Any fighter tappin’ out can’t capture the belt. At times I wanna fold, but I play whatever’s dealt. (Chorus) Rushin’ in this forty ounce Lettin’ the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Jose Alfredo had a