Hip Hop Lyrics - Dream Chasers, Vol. 3 - Meek Mill

Yeah, we back in the hood 

I like recording in Philly 

Put me in my zone 

(Philly, wassup?) 

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I remember it was no lights 

Mattress on the floor 

A thousand roaches, four mice 

Yeah, I remember it was no lights 

Yeah, I remember it was no lights 

Mattress on the floor 

A thousand roaches, four mice 

Yeah I remember all the cold nights (I do) 

Niggas sold white just to live the low life 

[?], I was sinning 

The crazy part is the designer ain't wanna send it 

The dope dealer, was I Emmet 

And not magic, you couldn't imagine 

The shit I saw, had no choice but to get involved 

You either spit it raw, or sell crack and dribble the ball 

It's crazy when I seen my own neighbor hitting the soft 

I was thinking in my head like I gotta get with this raw 

Shit's getting tow up, as she watch me grow up 

Right in front of the kids, she fucking her nose up 

She's thinking like so what 

My homie got colder 

She even sold a nintendo, I'm thinking like hol' up 

I done seen my homie mommy turn into a zombie 

And it was like New Jersey Drive the way we throw them johnnies 

When we throw them cars 

Slip through like a bowling ball 

Ain't had no way to go at all 

Who thought that we would go this far? 

Matter fact, who thought that we would live this long? 

I got the money and the power, made a nigga strong 

I had respect before that 

Cause every fight, I fought back 

Cause I was always taught that 

A nigga hit you hold that 

Down baby, now it's thirty rounds baby 

As I'm riding through my hood 

It been going down crazy in this bitch 

Where they murder for a half a pound baby 

So imagine for a kilo 

Shark in the water, nemo 

Skinny niggas with a full pound, turn to Deebo 

Got the four five and the six call it Cee-Lo 

Ya'll niggas talking 'bout murder, that ain't be though 

Fuck around and get your life took nigga, repo 

Fuck what niggas tell us, I see 'em and know they jealous 

Steppin" in my Margielas this nieman like my umbrella 

Ballin' like I'm melo 

And kinging like I'm Coretta 

They [?] my beretta and singing I won't do never 

We shooting at all you pussies 

Ringing on all you niggas 

My city body for body 

My finger all on the trigger 

I'm ready my niggas heavy 

Yellow gold all on my prezi 

I'm switching gears in my rari 

I'm feeling like I'm Andretti [?] 

I'm Freddie all in your dreams 

Lean Like I'm Kareem 

750 my beam I'm clean fuck do you mean 

My team full of gorillas 

Killers on 4 wheelers 

They stuck me back in the trap 

Fresh off of tour nigga 

They wanna see my demise 

Wanna see me with no job 

Wanna see me back on the corner 

Fifty niggas we mob 

With choppers like fuck the coppers 

Duckin' them helicopters 

They wanna lock us in boxes 

Courthouses and teleprompters 

They jealous my album sellin' 

Jealous that I ain't jealous 

They jealous that I ain't tellin' 

I'm focused no I ain't failin' 

Propellin' up in the sky 

Jealous I ain't die 

They jealous a nigga made it 

They jealous I don't know why 

I don't understand y'all suckas 

Guess I ain't meant to 

Pussy motherfuckers 

Lemme tell 'em what I been through 

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