Nightmares To Dreams Lyrics – Meek Mill

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Yeah, North side, South side, West side, up top
North side, South side, 1-8 my block
Philly
Yeah

You n!ggas know me, I’m the one, I get money, they can’t hold me
I been bussing down APs back when y’all n!ggas was rocking Rollies
Y’all only knew about Jay-Z till y’all seen me and my homies
I was tryna chase my dreams, I had like 20 bands with a 40
I had a new Glock with a Chevy, got my weed off, I’m ready
It was a seesaw with that trap s*it but I bounce back, I’m heavy
It was a seesaw with that rap s*it, me and Reed going back at it

I spent nights up in this s*it, all my blood tears got tatted
I cut cuzzo off, he ratted, I cut bro off, he kept hating
I can’t be around no jealous s*it, I’m really the motivation
I can’t be around no telling s*it, they’ll give up your location
I get money, pop that s*it and help get people off probation

I’m like hold up, wait a minute, AR got like 80 in it
Once we start, we taking n!ggas, I’m too rich to fake it with ya
I had ate her out in Paris, told her I love her, I’m playing with her
I had liked her, but I cut her when I found out my man hit her, yeah

This s*it get realer and realer, we tryna survive, we fighting the system
S*it like “Thrilla in Manila”, when we outside, know it’s fake game
We putting killers with killers, we hitting n!ggas with slugs
Locked in the system, ain’t no fear like momma, give me a hug
Cold nights, locked up with no money, n!ggas ain’t give me a dub
Long nights fu*ked up in the summer, n!ggas ain’t give me a grub
I was tryna trap, my cousin told me he won’t give me no drügs
I looked my cousin dead in the eyes like, “Brodie, give me them guns”
Huh, I start tweaking I get that weed in me
Light the whole city, all the real n!ggas saying they believe in me
Like her, I’ma light her, I’m tripping on her, I’ll put VVs in her
Acting like you pressed me about some money, that pu*sy said “please” to me
I just got ate up back in the Maybach with TVs in it
I got my cake up, my estate up, s*it like a breeze to me

Y’all boys better wake up, I’m in the gym and ain’t no lean in me
Lean with me, rock with me and I brought my team with me

And they bought them shh— no them bad hoes don’t be mean to me
Hit her with that shh— she ain’t that, she can’t be seen with me
She had came with him but when she left, she tried leave with me
Bleed with me, crip with me, n!gga
Bro said he fu*ked up, come get with me, n!gga
This ain’t no luck, come take risks with me, n!gga
We still going up, I’m putting Richies on hittas
Buss down on bad b!tches, this s*it keep getting bigger

Hold up, I’m like hold up, wait a minute, AR got like 80 in it
Once we start, we taking n!ggas, I’m too rich to fake it with ya
I had ate her out in Paris, told her I love her, I’m playing with her
I had liked her, but I cut her when I found out my man hit her

She a bad girl, know I’m the goat, she ate that d!ck up, Jamaican dinner
She know I’ma asset to her, I ain’t even gotta fake it with her
I been chilling, really healing, y’all gonna really make a n!gga
They at war, but this come on, come say the Chaser Prayer with us, get money, yeah

Chaser, chaser, chaser
Get money
Chaser, chaser, chaser
Get money
Chaser, chaser, chaser
Get money
Chaser, chaser, chaser
Get money