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Cordae - We Gon Make It (feat. Meek Mill) [Official Lyric Video]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tarron Crayton
Tarron Crayton
Bass
Raymond Komba
Raymond Komba
Piano
Bongo ByTheWay
Bongo ByTheWay
Programming
Kid Culture
Kid Culture
Programming
Cordae
Cordae
Vocals
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Songwriter
Daniel Hackett
Daniel Hackett
Songwriter
Kenneth Gamble
Kenneth Gamble
Songwriter
Leon Huff
Leon Huff
Songwriter
Robert Williams
Robert Williams
Songwriter
Uforo Ebong
Uforo Ebong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Executive Producer
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Bongo ByTheWay
Bongo ByTheWay
Producer
Kid Culture
Kid Culture
Producer
Brendan "Bren" Ferry
Brendan "Bren" Ferry
Recording Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer

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Yeah, God bless the dreamchasers If you got a dream, keep chasin' it Never let nobody here charge your dreams You gon' make it, yeah I could've died on that pavement Every time I see my mom, I be like, "Wait a minute'" She know it's some' 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 nights, swimmin' with the great whites Drownin' in the deep waters, know you got three 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 Or rather keep us boxed in on the street corners If you gon' stop and frisk a nigga, shit, at least warn us My dawg still on probation, they got a leash on us Far from stupid, in fact, I'm smarter than Harvard students Sparked a movement and put an end to this garbage music Got me thinkin' like this can't be life These stupid ass niggas voted for the Antichrist I could've died on that pavement Every time I see my mom, I be like, "Wait a minute'" She know it's some' 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 it's twelve 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 In my city, to them kids, I'm like Jordan Every move I make like chess, it's important I just went against the system, spending nights tryna reform it Lay at night thinkin' I could lose my life just from doin' this It's a sacrifice, I know it wouldn't be right if I forfeit But I do it for the young kings that never had no voices, for real I could've died on that pavement Every time I see my mom, I be like, "Wait a minute'" She know it's some' 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 wintertime, got home by dinner time Seven-Eleven runs, Gatorade flavor lemon-lime Hot Cheetos, Arizonas, oranges, clementine The first job I ever applied for was Finish Line Sometimes a nigga be forgettin', then remember I'm Savior of the rap shit, the leader of the renaissance Self-appointed, well anointed for my endeavors I'm eyein' 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 dyin' 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've died on that pavement Every time I see my mom, I be like, "Wait a minute'" She know it's some' 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): Daniel Hackett, Cordae Dunston, Kenneth Gamble, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Leon Huff, Uforo Imeh Ebong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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