YBN Cordae - We Gon Make It (feat. Meek Mill) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson We Gon Make It (feat. Meek Mill) - YBN Cordae



Yeah, God bless the dreamchasers
If you got a dream, keep chasin′ it
Never let nobody hate you out your dreams
You gon' make it, yeah
I could have died on that pavement
Every time I see my mom, I be like "Wait a minute′"
She knows there's somethin' wrong with me, but I don′t say shit
And I been tired of chasin′ dreams, but I'm gon′ chase it
Shit, we ain't never had a shot, how we gon′ take it?
Success is in my arm reach, and I can taste it
In the mansion, I was just down in the basement
They ain't believe in me, but I′m gon' make it
See I know how it feels on the late night
Swimmin' with the great whites
Drownin′ in the deep waters, know you got 3 daughters
Could use some resources, nah, we just need order
I got my own bad news, fuck a reporter
Niggas ain′t even safe, they wanna deport us
A ride to keep us boxed in on the street corners
If you gon' stop and frisk a nigga, shit, at least warn us
My dog still on probation, they got a leash on us
Far from stupid, and fact, I′m smarter than Harvard students
Sparked a movement, and put a end to this garbage music
Got me thinkin' like this can′t be life
These stupid ass niggas voted for the anti-Christ
I could have died on that pavement
Every time I see my mom, I be like "Wait a minute'"
She knows there′s somethin' wrong with me, but I don't say shit
And I been tired of chasin′ dreams, but I′m gon' chase it
Shit, we ain′t never had a shot, how we gon' take it?
Success is in my arm reach, and I can taste it
In the mansion, I was just down in the basement
They ain′t believe in me, but I'm gon′ make it
Yeah
It was hell here, my people killin', and the 12 here
Got my mom a Black Card, and she was just on welfare, that's goals
Did it on my own, I got myself here
When God asked me do I want this shit, I said "Hell yeah"
I′m ready, when I put the crown on, it was heavy
I was drownin′ in my past,
Like when Katrina broke the levees in New Orleans
And my city to them kids, I'm like joy
Every move I make like chess is important
I just went against the system, spendin′ nights tryna reform it
Late at night thinkin', I can lose my life just from doin′ this
It's a sacrifices, I know it won′t be right if I forfeit
But I do it for the young kings, that never had no voices, for real
I could have died on that pavement
Every time I see my mom, I be like "Wait a minute'"
She knows there's somethin′ wrong with me, but I don′t say shit
And I been tired of chasin' dreams, but I′m gon' chase it
Shit, we ain′t never had a shot, how we gon' take it?
Success is in my arm reach, and I can taste it
In the mansion, I was just down in the basement
They ain′t believe in me, but I'm gon' make it
Yeah, okay, I reminisce the cold days in Winter time
Got home by dinner time
7-Eleven runs, Gatorade flavor lemon-lime
Hot Cheetos, Arizonas, oranges, clementine
The first job I ever applied for was Finish Line
Some time a nigga be forgettin′, then remember I′m-
Savior of the rap shit, the leader of the Renaissance
Self appointed, while anointed for my endeavors
I'm ironin′ cheddar, applyin pressure, defyin' set-ups
The rap game is based upon what niggas lyin′ better
If truth is told, then you can grow, and die in never
No, I'm everlastin′, better graspin', this thing in life
I heard Meek hook, and I told him to sing it twice, my God
I could have died on that pavement
Every time I see my mom, I be like "Wait a minute'"
She knows there′s somethin′ wrong with me, but I don't say shit
And I been tired of chasin′ dreams, but I'm gon′ chase it
Shit, we ain't never had a shot, how we gon′ take it?
Success is in my arm reach, and I can taste it
In the mansion, I was just down in the basement
They ain't believe in me, but I'm gon′ make it



Writer(s): Kenneth Gamble, Uforo Imeh Ebong, Leon Huff, Daniel Hackett, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Cordae A Dunston


YBN Cordae - The Lost Boy
Album The Lost Boy
date de sortie
26-07-2019




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