“Nightmares To Dreams” opens with that high-tier heat that flips the usual script and keeps every switch feeling earned while the softer pockets still land with weight. Meek rides the whole thing on pure vocal power and those keys cut through cleaner than most recent drops making the rise from the trenches feel personal.
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Lyrics for “Meek Mill – Nightmares To Dreams”:
Philly! Yeah You niggas know me, I'm the one I get money they can't hold I been bustin' down APs back when y'all niggas was rockin' Roleys Y'all ain't even know about Jay-Z till y'all seen me and my homies I was tryin' to chase my dream, 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 shit, but I bounced back, I'm heavy It was a seesaw with that rap shit, me and Reed goin back at it I spent nights up in this shit, all my blood, tears got tatted I cut cousin off, he rat, I cut bro off, he coat hating I can't be around no jealous shit, I'm really the motivation I can't be around no telling shit, that'll give up your location I get money, pop that shit and help get people off probation I'm like hold up, wait a minute AR got like eighty in it Once we start, we taking niggas I'm too rich to fake it with you 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 shit getting realer and realer We trying to survive, we fighting the system, shit like Thrilla in Manila When we outside, know it's fair game, we putting killers with killers We hitting niggas with slugs, locked in the system, ain't no feel like Mama, give me a hug Cold nights, locked up with no money, niggas ain't give me a dub Long nights, fucked up in the summer, niggas ain't give me a grub I was trying to trap, my cousin told me he won't give me no drugs I loved my cousin, did it, now I'm like Brodie, give me them guns Huh! I start tweaking, I get that weed in me Like the whole city, all the real niggas saying they believe in me Like I'm a lighter, I'm tripping on op, I put VVs in it Acting like you press me about some money, that pussy, please, to me I just got ate up back of the Maybach with TVs in it I got my cake up, my estate up, shit like a breeze to me Your boy 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 brought them shhh All them bells don't be mean to me Hit her with that..., she ain't that shhh, she can't be seen with me She came with him, but when she left, she trying to leave with me Be with me, trip with me, nigga Bro said he fucked up, come get with me, nigga This ain't no luck, come take risks with me, nigga We still going up, I'm putting riches on hitters Bust down on bad bitches, this shit keep getting bigger Hold up, I'm like hold up, wait a minute AR got like eighty in it Once we start, we taking niggas I'm too rich to fake it with you 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, no negotiate, that nigga Jamaican dinner She know I'm an asset to her, I ain't even gotta fake it with her I been chillin, really healin, y'all going really make a nigga They at war, but this come on, come say the Chaser prayer with us Get money, keep chasing, chasing, chasing, get money! Chasing, chasing, chasing, chasing, get money! Chasing, chasing, chasing, get money! Chasing, chasing, chasing, get money!
