(Big Dreams, 2Pac Nightmares) 1st Verse Understand how I feel waking up to my pops hoping that I get a job instead of my Deal Saying Asians shouldn’t rap that im trying to act black but im not I embrace my culture plus im ill All this pain in my head all these thoughts in my brain so I write to clear my mind like I popped a pill And im 23 I cant find a chick cuz I rather write a verse then put her first to keep it real But im trying to break out this box that kept me sealed flow better then a navy seal but haters hate me still But on the low cuz in my face it never shows they hoping that im gay and knowing I won’t ever blow But ill eat her up and knowing I won’t ever quit like the opposing team to when the Heat are up I want that Chris brown fame before he beat her up so high in the sky nasa aint seeing us Hook I got Big dreams cuz im ready to die for this music I am for the sky Tupac Nightmares All eyez on me cuz my Family depends on me I got big dreams 2nd Verse I got big dreams, of being bigger men I got faith my wife gone be a ride or die like Lil Kim Chilling as a little kid Used to watch MTV, look at rappers houses and say damn I have a little crib Now we online buzzing, net doing wonders now that’s why I’m trying to be the Pac of this digital underground Soon touring Asia, getting tall paper call it Yao This monkey is on back is from this Hangover like Mr. Chow Hottest Asian on my team, yeah that’s Mr. Dao Help me for our cream, soon we gone need atleast 50 thou And that’s for show up money I swear no label advance, we saved our paycheck and said that’s our blow up money Got me screaming thug life Till my boy got shot I couldn’t bear it like I’m allergic to Bud Light So I live that good life And do it big, but I ain’t ready to die or get pac’d next to Suge Knight 3rd verse (Demo)Haters hate fuck em all like the karma sutra, on the mic I got bigger dreams then martin luther Im just trying to be a King Junior while im trying to fork up the game these lames trying to spoon ya Knife the competition Make em disappear now that’s how you get the game with your silverwear Life sweet so finish it off with desert, they hungry to be you so Make em eat there words (Uncut)Its time to give it up Two new living legends, that’s big and pac without “who shot ya” or hit em up” One life, live it up, but don’t make 1 night fuck up your life Shots fired gotta pick him up Just another victim of the streets, street sweepers run the streets Smoke one for my nigga gotta twist it up And right now I ain’t big, can’t talk that money shit But my words worth more than ya’ll niggas, what

Verse 1 Im putting money in my music just to make some more Life is sweet my Camp Fire we just making Smores Plus my songs like ms Wallace making biggie smalls I never knew what I created could make me rich at all Rappers in it for the cash u know there outcome people buying singles and never they albums Note I said people and never the fans cuz my fans be buying Mixtapes and feeding my fam I just want to thank the fans (Thank You) whoever bought a mixtape or t shirt or ticket to my concerts Just remember every time I put a CD with a Insert u just a piece of D League in every word All about my family and music a message birds plus im focused to making music the world has never heard From a chinky eye’d Asian guy who kept it fly but spoke the real about life so hip hop could never die (Hook) I never dreamed that I could make it but my opportunities I take it And I never got caught up in the fake shit cuz I seen how rappers got caught up in amazement Making music is amazing X2 So They could Hate it or they love it Just know we gonna rise above it 2nd Verse Lets start praising, thinking ain’t god amazing Ain’t got a kid, but got a bank account that I’m raising Like a sprinter I’m faster than every goal that I’m chasing Haters said that I ain’t shit, I guess they meant I’m ancient And forever a Life up represented Been real since the placenta, got gifts like its December Got piff, then why we talking, not lit then get to sparking I hit ok now back to the subject, I need a blow I’m so sick Guess its my aura and we working way harder Future mogul attract companies like Vitamin Water And I ain’t baller, but you could tell we hustling smarter So my future look brighter than the lights on a charter So open doors, tell me yes, flash the lights and record us Give me press, show me love, get my life back in order Cause I if ain’t on by time I wake in the morning Demo tell him… (then we back on this corner, we gotta get it ya’ll) 3rd Verse (How ya’ll met?) We were best friends in High School playing ball and all, but at first I didn’t like you Came out of tryout and you made fun of my haircut Ha I remember you had the mushroom, but nigga so what You were skinny as fuck, atleast when I tried out for the step team I didn’t get cut Damn, you had to bring that up, you know I had to, (ok ok so what made ya’ll wanna rap too?) The love for music, see my idol on tv Had to make some money so we sold a couple cds We used to Dynamics, that’s the D that’s in D-League And we shared answer keys that made class easy (So what about the future?) Grammy’s, movie features (Any more shit?) Investments and Forbes List (anything before this interview is over?) Follow us on twitter, D-League taking over