| Yeah, God bless the dreamchasers
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| If you got a dream, keep chasin' it
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| Never let nobody here trap your dreams
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| You gon' make it, yeah
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| I could’ve died on that pavement
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| Every time I see my mom, I be like, «Wait a minute'»
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| She know it’s somethin' wrong with me, but I don’t say shit
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| And I been tired of chasin' dreams, but I’m gon' chase it
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| Shit, we ain’t never had a shot, how we gon' take it?
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| Success is in my arm reach and I can taste it
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| In the mansion, I was just down in the basement
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| They didn’t believe in me, but I’m gon' make it
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| See I know how it feels on the late nights, swimmin' with the great whites
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| Drownin' in the deep waters, know you got three daughters
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| Could use some resources, nah, we just need order
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| I got my own bad news, fuck a reporter
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| Niggas ain’t even safe, they wanna deport us
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| Or rather keep us boxed in on the street corners
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| If you gon' stop and frisk a nigga, shit, at least warn us
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| My dawg still on probation, they got a leash on us
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| Far from stupid, in fact, I’m smarter than Harvard students
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| Sparked a movement and put an end to this garbage music
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| Got me thinkin' like this can’t be life
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| These stupid ass niggas voted for the Antichrist
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| I could’ve died on that pavement
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| Every time I see my mom, I be like, «Wait a minute'»
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| She know it’s somethin' wrong with me, but I don’t say shit
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| And I been tired of chasin' dreams, but I’m gon' chase it
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| Shit, we ain’t never had a shot, how we gon' take it?
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| Success is in my arm reach and I can taste it
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| In the mansion, I was just down in the basement
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| They didn’t believe in me, but I’m gon' make it, yeah
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| It was hell here, my people killin' and it’s 12 here
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| Got my mom a Black Card and she was just on welfare, that’s goals
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| Did it on my own, I got myself here
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| When God asked me do I want this shit? |
| I said, «Hell yeah»
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| I’m ready, when I put the crown on, it was heavy
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| I was drownin' in my past like when Katrina broke the levees in New Orleans
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| In my city, to them kids, I’m like Jordan
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| Every move I make like chess, it’s important
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| I just went against the system, spending nights tryna reform it
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| Lay at night thinkin' I could lose my life just from doin' this
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| It’s a sacrifice, I know it wouldn’t be right if I forfeit
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| But I do it for the young kings that never had no voices, for real
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| I could’ve died on that pavement
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| Every time I see my mom, I be like, «Wait a minute'»
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| She know it’s somethin' wrong with me, but I don’t say shit
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| And I been tired of chasin' dreams, but I’m gon' chase it
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| Shit, we ain’t never had a shot, how we gon' take it?
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| Success is in my arm reach and I can taste it
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| In the mansion, I was just down in the basement
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| They didn’t believe in me, but I’m gon' make it
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| Yeah, okay, I reminisce the cold days in wintertime, got home by dinner time
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| 7-Eleven runs, Gatorade flavor lemon-lime
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| Hot Cheetos, Arizonas, oranges, clementine
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| The first job I ever applied for was Finish Line
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| Sometimes a nigga be forgettin', then remember I’m
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| Savior of the rap shit, the leader of the renaissance
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| Self-appointed, well anointed for my endeavors
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| I’m eyein' cheddar, applyin' pressure, defyin' set-ups
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| The rap game is based upon what niggas lyin' better
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| If truth is told, then you can grow and dyin' never
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| No, I’m everlastin', better graspin' this thing in life
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| I heard Meek hook and I told him to sing it twice, my God
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| I could’ve died on that pavement
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| Every time I see my mom, I be like, «Wait a minute'»
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| She know it’s somethin' wrong with me, but I don’t say shit
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| And I been tired of chasin' dreams, but I’m gon' chase it
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| Shit, we ain’t never had a shot, how we gon' take it?
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| Success is in my arm reach and I can taste it
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| In the mansion, I was just down in the basement
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| They didn’t believe in me, but I’m gon' make it |