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when I get it I'm gonna Make it give me 2 Milli
3 Milli 4 Milli
Work hard Dreamchaser See me Meek Mill it

might one, two, three, round four it
Got her down for it
Yeah, nigga overthink, never under stress
Yeah, I understand, your girl over, I'm so unimpressed

(We got Xander)
I'm back on that DreamChaser shit, man, fuck it
Loyalty brin's forth royalty
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap, brr)
Forever
Uh

the streets so we can't even beef 
I'ma die on the fours
And the bitch-ass rat keep talkin' that shit 
Like he can't get blitzed and die on the tour

thousand for the jet, yeah that's the flight bill
Damn, cost four bricks to go to the LIV nigga
Whole squad on some shit, that's how we live nigga

blessed us dreamchasers
I used to pray to God to get a million bucks
I used to pray to hit
That bitch until I fucked
I used to pray these haters never hit

between me and them, it ain't no comparin'
Nothin' but gangstas in my section, we be steppin' with them Glocks and Smith & Wessons
And all my niggas four

on Actavis, don't need a chaser
QC is the label, we fuck with Dreamchasers
My niggas they actin' a fool, but this is not actin'
The money, it runnin' my

of been that four door with Sue (woo)
Or was that Web's CL coupe (woo)
It coulda been ocean in the Aston (uh huh)
Or Ruggs Beamer gassin (uh huh)
I know

the party
Shots at everybody
Can't be chasing these hoes
Gotta be chasing these rolls
I was dreaming until I woke
I ain't a dreamchaser, bitch, I just

On the corner
Gun shots and sirens i thought I'd be a Goner
I bet they can't stop me bitch in from Pomona
Bread from hustlers, a boss lifes 4 me
Jobs aint cool,

What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City,

German  flow in my crib, that's a big flex You switch on me, I ain't never had to diss you
You owe me money, I'm surely gonna pick you Just in four months,

want it wit my
Shooter then nigga pull up
Than he'll knock ya ass off 4 like 10 u
A coward if u kill a nigga in the night
Than say u gangsta well kill

these words before
I’m shy though, put it all in my flow
Cause it's all I got in this life I know
Might lie though, by your bedroom door
With the 4 white

the dopest we don't need pills
I'm J Cole to Dreamville, Dreamchasers Meek Mill
Every time I write a fucking Verse I let the Ink Spill
I'm just being Real im

What, Yeah, C4
I'm bouta blow
I'm bouta blow
I'm bouta- I'm bouta-

Glock to the chin gave that boy a face lift
Shawty she bent over like she in

Alowonle ti broke,Infact e o leri 1k….
Igba di e loku,awe ojokan ti di 4days….
oh girl I’m loving you for days,Amina ti di runs babe….
_Ade Nairobi ti pada

to rewind it
So ion trust nobody ho
So ion trust nobody ho
So ion trust nobody ho

When I was 4 years old only trusted my mama
I made 10 years old only

world they will itch
He gon' have the Glock and come to show me (Grr pow)
Got twin Glock like Zak and Cody
Make a movie like Rob Zombie
I was four' and I

dreamchaser
We Steady ducking the red and blue for the green paper
I cleaned tables had fiends waiting I seen paper
I need paper since teenager I fiend paper
Me

faccio un quadrato tipo ritratto
Ci siete o ci fate? Ho il C4
Questa merda suona "DOPE" ti
Dilato le pupille
Vendi come Thriller? Non penso
Nonostante le

a lil flavor
I'm a nightmare I ain't talking dreamchasers
Beam on yo head I ain't talking bout laser
Shawty stay fitted and her name isn't Taylor
Money

4 ye the projects
And No school all my homies had the pyrex
And we had tabs, had bars and we had weed
We werent trying to sell reggie
So we were sour