[Hook: John Legend]
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Look how far we came
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Through the fire, I stood knowing we would reign
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Feels like yesterday when all this was a dream
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Through these Maybach curtains I see how life has changed
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[Intro: Meek Mill]
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I think I'mma dedicate this one
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To all the people that thought I wouldn't make it here
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Dreamchasers
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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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Yeah, it was all a dream
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On the corner servin' all them fiends
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Me and a bunch of my niggas, yeah, we was all a team
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The system labeled us killas, but momma called us kings
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Walked through the hall of a prison, now it's the hall of fame
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And people got the nerve to ask why I wear all these chains
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When I was booked, they had me shackled to the wall of shame
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So I'm just representin', better yet just reminiscin'
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Put down on that Bentley truck, I used to want the Expedition
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Now it's bigger things, grew up and got bigger dreams
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Cause in my hood, niggas try to smoke you just like nicotine
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And this money shit ain't funny, all the shit it brings
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You bound to lose your family and your friends, boy this shit is mean
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And birthdays was the worst days
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Last week I made a hundred on a Thursday
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And Club Liv got me sinnin' on a church day
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Stevie J all on the mic, he screamin' out my birthplace
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Philly, we back!
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Nas]
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I'm blunted - You wanna see life's meaning?
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On the radio, Al Green, while Mom's cleanin'
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Mom's singing along with the songs
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And shortly I learned the words to 'em
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Nerf balls, I threw 'em
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But now I'm a perfectionist to a fault like Jesus
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Judgin' his own miracles, but he won't cause he automatic
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I'm like an old blues singer living in the bottle
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Whose wife left him down in the bottom
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Writing songs is how we solvin' the problem
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My liquid money's a hypnotist to your Mrs
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Lay back like I'm in the chair of a dentist
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Nasir relentless, a freak like Prince is
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Mystique like Sade
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Soon as I enter people, point and see my anointment
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I ain't tryna do too much
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Same time, I ain't no bum nigga not doin' enough
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But I ain't tryna do no dumb shit, chasin' my tail in a circle
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I made it so I'm chillin' now
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Transparent ceiling now
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
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The chorus cinematic, going back to Cali
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Young street nigga, late 80's suede Bally's
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Jewels like Rick the Ruler, looking like I ripped the jeweler
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I could cut a check, make some people hit your shooter
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Domino effect, you in that magic city
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Where all they do is flex; call it Milli Vanilli
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Coming from the bottom, my lil' nigga from Philly
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Young legend outta Queens, take over city to city
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Honor thou mother, go to war for my brother
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Giving sufficient funds to significant others
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Went from poor now women screamin' for my signature
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More war came from the bottom so I know the war
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Never worn, always on, y'all niggas luke warm
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Talking cash over salads, heavy croutons
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Cuban Linx's equivalent to having suits on
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Stretch Maybachs 'til they bring the coupes on
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[HookExplain]
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Maybach Curtains (Feat. Nas, John Legend & Rick Ross)
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| Meek Mill |
