| Song | Big Dreams |
| Artist | Meek Mill |
| Album | Dreamchasers 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Intro: DJ Drama) | |
| You ever watch a dream manifest? | |
| It's nothing like it | |
| DC 2(Verse 1) | |
| If you ain’t got a dream, you ain’t got nothing | |
| A lot of niggas changed on me when | |
| I got money | |
| Said it came with the game, and this what | |
| I wantedSo | |
| I’ma hustle like the first time | |
| I got fronted | |
| For the love of the green and the love of the team | |
| Put together a circle that couldn’t come in between | |
| Went from lint in my pockets to using money machines | |
| I got my city back popping and they don’t want me to leave | |
| No they don’t want me to leave | |
| But I gotta go and get it though | |
| Time is money and | |
| I’m on a mission though | |
| Papa gotta eat, niggas shooting right around my mama way | |
| Cops run in my sister crib, | |
| I swear I gotta find a way | |
| Tryna touch a million dollars and | |
| I’m like a dime away | |
| Never ask a nigga for a handout, | |
| I would grind away | |
| Write my little raps, smoke my little weed | |
| Sold a little crack just to fund my little needs | |
| I was sixteen getting on my little knees | |
| Asking the lord please help me get a little cheese | |
| It was hard out, [same time it was hot out?] | |
| In the jungle where niggas will rip your heart out | |
| Cold summers where niggas’ll probably starve out | |
| Wanna be a kingpin from watching niggas ball out | |
| Couldn’t blame us, they was tryna chain us | |
| But we was tryna fix the roof leak when it was raining | |
| We was tryna keep the house warm when winter came in | |
| But they rather detain us, locked us in cells, restrained us | |
| The razors, animals go in cages | |
| That’s what the slave masters told the workers when they slaved us(Hook x2) | |
| Small city, big dreams | |
| I been waiting on this day since | |
| I was sixteen | |
| Since I was sixteen | |
| I been waiting on this day since | |
| I was sixteen(Verse 2) | |
| Rock man told us “ | |
| Sun don’t shine” | |
| You know if his daddy hustling then his son gon’ grind | |
| His father was locked up, now his son doing time | |
| When certain niggas get to starving, know that gun gon’ shine | |
| Two felonies on is record, he got one more time | |
| Get a ad, picture that, he don’t want no job | |
| Lost hope, some niggas don’t even want no | |
| GodThey just want a little money just to come through fly‘ | |
| Cause nobody never listens to the broke nigga‘ | |
| Cause when you broke, you considered as a joke nigga | |
| If you a joke, you considered as a ho nigga | |
| And no nigga wanna live life living poor nigga | |
| Small city, big dreams | |
| I been waiting for this day since | |
| I was sixteen | |
| Selling white girl, | |
| I’m talking | |
| ChristineYoung boy with dreams of touching that big screen(Hook x2) |
| Intro: DJ Drama | |
| You ever watch a dream manifest? | |
| It' s nothing like it | |
| DC 2 Verse 1 | |
| If you ain' t got a dream, you ain' t got nothing | |
| A lot of niggas changed on me when | |
| I got money | |
| Said it came with the game, and this what | |
| I wantedSo | |
| I' ma hustle like the first time | |
| I got fronted | |
| For the love of the green and the love of the team | |
| Put together a circle that couldn' t come in between | |
| Went from lint in my pockets to using money machines | |
| I got my city back popping and they don' t want me to leave | |
| No they don' t want me to leave | |
| But I gotta go and get it though | |
| Time is money and | |
| I' m on a mission though | |
| Papa gotta eat, niggas shooting right around my mama way | |
| Cops run in my sister crib, | |
| I swear I gotta find a way | |
| Tryna touch a million dollars and | |
| I' m like a dime away | |
| Never ask a nigga for a handout, | |
| I would grind away | |
| Write my little raps, smoke my little weed | |
| Sold a little crack just to fund my little needs | |
| I was sixteen getting on my little knees | |
| Asking the lord please help me get a little cheese | |
| It was hard out, same time it was hot out? | |
| In the jungle where niggas will rip your heart out | |
| Cold summers where niggas' ll probably starve out | |
| Wanna be a kingpin from watching niggas ball out | |
| Couldn' t blame us, they was tryna chain us | |
| But we was tryna fix the roof leak when it was raining | |
| We was tryna keep the house warm when winter came in | |
| But they rather detain us, locked us in cells, restrained us | |
| The razors, animals go in cages | |
| That' s what the slave masters told the workers when they slaved us Hook x2 | |
| Small city, big dreams | |
| I been waiting on this day since | |
| I was sixteen | |
| Since I was sixteen | |
| I been waiting on this day since | |
| I was sixteen Verse 2 | |
| Rock man told us " | |
| Sun don' t shine" | |
| You know if his daddy hustling then his son gon' grind | |
| His father was locked up, now his son doing time | |
| When certain niggas get to starving, know that gun gon' shine | |
| Two felonies on is record, he got one more time | |
| Get a ad, picture that, he don' t want no job | |
| Lost hope, some niggas don' t even want no | |
| GodThey just want a little money just to come through fly' | |
| Cause nobody never listens to the broke nigga' | |
| Cause when you broke, you considered as a joke nigga | |
| If you a joke, you considered as a ho nigga | |
| And no nigga wanna live life living poor nigga | |
| Small city, big dreams | |
| I been waiting for this day since | |
| I was sixteen | |
| Selling white girl, | |
| I' m talking | |
| ChristineYoung boy with dreams of touching that big screen Hook x2 |
| Intro: DJ Drama | |
| You ever watch a dream manifest? | |
| It' s nothing like it | |
| DC 2 Verse 1 | |
| If you ain' t got a dream, you ain' t got nothing | |
| A lot of niggas changed on me when | |
| I got money | |
| Said it came with the game, and this what | |
| I wantedSo | |
| I' ma hustle like the first time | |
| I got fronted | |
| For the love of the green and the love of the team | |
| Put together a circle that couldn' t come in between | |
| Went from lint in my pockets to using money machines | |
| I got my city back popping and they don' t want me to leave | |
| No they don' t want me to leave | |
| But I gotta go and get it though | |
| Time is money and | |
| I' m on a mission though | |
| Papa gotta eat, niggas shooting right around my mama way | |
| Cops run in my sister crib, | |
| I swear I gotta find a way | |
| Tryna touch a million dollars and | |
| I' m like a dime away | |
| Never ask a nigga for a handout, | |
| I would grind away | |
| Write my little raps, smoke my little weed | |
| Sold a little crack just to fund my little needs | |
| I was sixteen getting on my little knees | |
| Asking the lord please help me get a little cheese | |
| It was hard out, same time it was hot out? | |
| In the jungle where niggas will rip your heart out | |
| Cold summers where niggas' ll probably starve out | |
| Wanna be a kingpin from watching niggas ball out | |
| Couldn' t blame us, they was tryna chain us | |
| But we was tryna fix the roof leak when it was raining | |
| We was tryna keep the house warm when winter came in | |
| But they rather detain us, locked us in cells, restrained us | |
| The razors, animals go in cages | |
| That' s what the slave masters told the workers when they slaved us Hook x2 | |
| Small city, big dreams | |
| I been waiting on this day since | |
| I was sixteen | |
| Since I was sixteen | |
| I been waiting on this day since | |
| I was sixteen Verse 2 | |
| Rock man told us " | |
| Sun don' t shine" | |
| You know if his daddy hustling then his son gon' grind | |
| His father was locked up, now his son doing time | |
| When certain niggas get to starving, know that gun gon' shine | |
| Two felonies on is record, he got one more time | |
| Get a ad, picture that, he don' t want no job | |
| Lost hope, some niggas don' t even want no | |
| GodThey just want a little money just to come through fly' | |
| Cause nobody never listens to the broke nigga' | |
| Cause when you broke, you considered as a joke nigga | |
| If you a joke, you considered as a ho nigga | |
| And no nigga wanna live life living poor nigga | |
| Small city, big dreams | |
| I been waiting for this day since | |
| I was sixteen | |
| Selling white girl, | |
| I' m talking | |
| ChristineYoung boy with dreams of touching that big screen Hook x2 |