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