[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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I'm a chase my dream
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Coming to America like Prince Akeem
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I ain't never give a fuck then I seen
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High definition to get what's forever given
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But nothing was never given
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I build it from ground up
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I started out form my basement and builded my house up
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I'm rich off opportunity, money gon' pile up
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My swag on a hundred mill, how the stylist gon' style us
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Caught up in the light, caught up in the life
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I see youngin on the corner with a quarter of that white
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He just tryna chase his dream plus his daughter needs some wipes
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And some pampers so he don't give a fuck about the slammer
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He just tryna stay alive, clutching on his hammer
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World full of problems, ain't nobody gotta answer
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Mommy in the grave, daddy gettin' high
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Bills steady rollin' in, he barely gettin' by
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Same clothes everyday, he barely gettin' fly
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Erryday he wake, he just swear to do his job
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What that is? Chasin' dreams, time is tickin' so it seems
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On his downtime he's spittin' and he's sick, his flow is mean
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He just want his real chance, no reality show
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But the graveyard the jail cell, reality though
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Crack house was his crib, the streets fathered him though
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And he ain't got no twitter page but you can follow him tho
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Woah
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[Hook:]
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Dream chaser, keep chasin'
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Grind will turn into your shine, be patient
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Yeah, a hundred miles and runnin'
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Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I'm Forrest Gumpin'
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I'm a dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
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Dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
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Dream chaser, dream chaser
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[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
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I was raised by my momma
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Pop used to beat her
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Got a sister my age, my pop was a cheater
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Gram's kept something in the pot for us to eat up
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Had to open up the oven for the house to heat up
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Christmas missed us, no birthday's or Easter's
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Used to snatch bags from Halloween trick or treaters
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Hot dogs and beans, fish sticks on the weekend
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Shared the same bed that my cousin used to pee in
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Dreamed to be the Huxtable's, settled for the Brady's
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Black and white on top of floor model with' no cable
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My sister used to punch me, beat me, slap me
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Caught my first case stealin' cookies outta ackney
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Raised in South Phil, 2-4 where you can find me at
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Used to kick the machines for quarters out the laundromat
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Dirty little teen, going to school embarrassin'
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Gas cut off, my clothes smelling like kerosene
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[Chrous:]
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Dream chaser, keep chasin'
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Grind will turn into your shine, be patient
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Yeh, a hundred miles and runnin'
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Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I'm Forrest Gumpin'
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I'm a dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
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Dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
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Dream chaser, dream chaser
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[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
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It all started in the basement, me, my pen and my pad
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Started thinkin' bout things I never had
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Was broke as a joke, ain't never laugh
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I woke up and went and got it, now they forever mad
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How can you hate me where I came from
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When just a year ago I was the same one
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Them dudes you call your homies be the main one
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You'd be surprised what niggas do as soon as the fame come
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But I ain't worried, discouraged, I just observe it
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When my dreams started to crumble, niggas deserted
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Empty courtroom when my judge read my verdict
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But now I'm gettin' to it, niggas act like they deserve it
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Sittin' in my cell, watching my dream
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Fade like Mike, fourth quarter, tie game
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Shackles on my ankles and wrist my first chains
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And now it's hard work on the menu, I thirst cream
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[Hook:]
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Dream chaser, keep chasin'
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Grind will turn into your shine, be patient
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Yeh, a hundred miles and runnin'
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Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I'm Forrest Gumpin'
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I'm a dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
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Dream chaser, dream chaser, dream chaser
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Dream chaser, dream chaser
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Dreamchasers
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| Meek Mill |
