Lyrics
Verse 1
Me and my bros like the rat pack, but to be Frank this Sinatra old back pack
Rap, this is buffalo tracks that you can track back and watch a Buffalo back track
Back to the under grove path that brought me this far past guns that go rat tat
Tat, tat-tat-t-tat tat, could’ve ended up like my other bros who took bad path
May I never ever back track, I came way too far
thought that they was sleeping on me turns it was only just a cat nap, cause look here you are
Here we are
Hook
Here we are, here we are, here we are, and it all comes around in good time (x2)
Verse 2
Twenty thirteen’s when the pattern changed, I did a track with Social Club and my status raised
Hopped on a plane, took a trip to Atlanta, got to learn the playbook from Alex Faith
Honest to God I was at a place where I was kind of insecure
I was getting closer to these artists and I thought that they could validate, guess I was kind of immature, despite my age
Alex was a few years younger than me, but his accolades were intimidating
Still we had a lot in common, could’ve been a cool friendship, but all of that disintegrated
We just got stuck on some stupid stuff, ended up having different views on some music stuff
Still I’m grateful that he always kept true enough, brother if your listening all I got or you is love
here we are
Hook
Verse 3
I remember meeting Andy Mineo he yelled “Toronto”! But It was a different city though
Know it ‘cause I had to drive an hour just to get there, Oshawa or Barry to be honest I forget where
The homie Promise introduced me to Andy, everything was cool until I turned into a fan B
I was like “hey man we should link up”, he was like “maybe, if your music ever picks up”
I felt like I knew that I was big stuff, I just needed time to show ‘em,
didn’t have support back then but no excuses had to fix up, I just needed time to grow and get some biz done
I hooked up with this label called RMR
Started making power moves, things started popping off
I’m still aways from my goals, man, very far but it’s all in God’s good time, so here we are
DENNIS DUNKLEY
Songtrust Ave