Lyrics

(Maybach Music)
They say your brain's most creative in your sleep
See, they say, in the sleep state
The brain thinks much more visually and intuitively, ha-ha
What is this? (Maybach Music)
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet!
As Dreamchasers, we accomplish that wide awake
Turn everything up a lil' bit in the headphones
You ready?
(All Star)
Ready or not, here I come
You can't hide, **** I'm too damn fly
Sippin' all of this purple, it got me too damn high
They say they down for the team, but playin' two damn sides
I'm like **** ain't loyal (No!)
**** ain't loyal (No!)
And these voices in my head saying **** ain't for you (Nah!)
And when you gettin' money, these **** will aim for you (Fire!)
And when its lookin' sunny, these ****'ll rain on you
It's a dark cloud over me, money took control of me
I'm barely gettin' time to see my son and that shit hurtin' me
Babymomma trippin' out, I tell her to work with me
I'm on probation still strapped, 'cause **** wanna murder me
And lately I've been gettin' faded (Faded)
Cut a couple homies off 'cause them **** hatin' (They hatin')
And all these bitches wanna fuck me 'cause a **** made it
(I made it!)
I'm gettin' paper, heart cold as the refrigerator
Young **** gettin' money
Young **** gettin' money
Young **** go and get it, yeah
And ain't a damn thing change, but the bezel on my Roley
And the diamonds in my chain, yeah
As Dreamchasers, we consider ourselves a creative upper class
When it comes to ideas, we're just in a different tax bracket
Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!
(Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta!)
Young rich ****, quarter milli' worth of jewels (Jewels)
Bad bitch with me, tryna blow me like a fuse (Fuse)
Just to get a bag or maybe a pair of shoes (Shoes)
Ain't it crazy what your lady'd do for a pair of Loub's, huh?
Big dreams turn to big things
I've been waiting on this day since I was sixteen (Sixteen)
Big chains, Aston Martin as I switch lanes (Skrrt!)
Before I ever made a hit, I had a wrist game
In the kitchen with them things, tryna make a killin' (Killin')
We in the buildin', e'ry other month I make a million (Yeah!)
And these **** talkin' reckless 'cause they think I'm chillin'
'Til I put some money on they head, yeah, make 'em feel it
Have they own homies do him like they never knew him (Fire!)
I'll have Omelly walk up on him when we run into him (Fire!)
Close range shorty have him puttin' somethin' through him
So I hope you ready 'cause we heavy and we coming for ya
Young **** gettin' money
Young **** gettin' money
Young **** go and get it yeah
And ain't a damn thing change, but the bezel on my Roley
And the diamonds in my chain, yeah
Dreamchasers 2
We decided to share the wealth again
Care to join us?
The meek shall inherit the earth
So I'ma own this bitch until I'm buried in dirt
I only roll with **** that'll carry me to my hearse
Blesses from my grandma, she carried me to that church
And I don't know why, I just feel like I'm the one (One)
They label me a victim but now look what I become ('Come)
Or should I say became, I don't do it for the fame
I'm from where they never make it, but I went against the grain
Charges out to get my name, 'ssasination to my character
Life's a bitch, she cheated on me but I married her
**** gettin' murdered, this shit is gettin' scarier
Dodgin' all the potholes, jumpin' all the barriers
And if she a bitch, I feel like I just got in that pussy (Yeah)
Shorty wanna be a star, that's why she poppin' that pussy
She tryna win, so she hang amongst winners
That's why I take the time just to pray at mom's dinner (I pray)
'Cause I remember, cold night not the winter (Not the winter)
Not the weather, I'm talkin' about within us (Within us)
'Cause for that money, sins they get committed
And friends, they get to splittin', divided just like division
So e'ry day that I wake up, my undivided attention
It go to gettin' my cake up and stayin' out of them prisons
Yeah, the system made me stronger (Stronger)
And being broke just gave me my hunger, I'm gone
**** like me, I walk around, fear no man (No man)
I don't owe you **** shit (Shit!)
E'ry **** you see around me
That's the **** that's with me
(My ****)
Unless they in jail or dead or somethin'
**** livin' life like, "Fuck all you ****"
You feel me?
You feel me?
You feel me?
You feel me?...
Written by: Meek Mill
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