Artist: T.I. f/ Shun Hendrix Album: No Mercy Song: Follow Your Dreams * Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * iTunes bonus track [Chorus: Shun Hendrix] + (T.I.) Follow your dreams, don't give up (Don't ever listen when they tell ya you're gonna be a failure) Believe in yourself, that's enough (Remember anything's possible, believe is all you got to do) Forever follow your dreams, don't give up (Don't let 'em tell you what you cain't do just because they ain't you) Believe in yourself, that's enough (The sky the limit, want it all you gotta do is get it homie) [T.I.] A message to the youth, remember you can do anything you pursue, look at me, I'm livin proof It's a piece of me and you, it ain't a lot that's different 'bout us Nobody ever thought I'd live to see a million dollars Remeber I was hustlin just to fix up my Impala And now you oughta see the kind of rides I hop up out of Convertible Mercedes, look at haters like "Holla!" Reclinin terracotta, I don't owe you guys nada All they did is secondhand as I pass by I'm that fly, so they gon' hate and I don't ask why Hey never mind, keep your head to the sky dawg Remember nothin beats a failure but a try dawg Don't listen to 'em when they say it cain't happen Just let it go in this here, and right-eye doubt one J. keep mashin on 'em laughin, soon you'll be passin all they broke asses better than you imagined [Chorus] [T.I.] Ay, the same message on the second continue from verse one You let 'em trick you out of your dreams they work's done The only purpose for some is take yo' eyes off the prize and to keep you from succeedin, see they willin to die Let's say one day you cross paths, end up killin the guy Never make it, go to the pen, now you let him win Man, now here he is with a big-ass grin Laughin at you from the grave cause you ain't get paid Hey the same ones that call you a sucker today 'll laugh at you tomorrow when the feds take you away (ay listen) Once upon a time there was a guy named J. "And he would never make it managin T.I." they say He'da quit right then if they'da had they way Instead he quit his job, hustle hard night and day Dropped a album on his artist though nobody never heard of him Mighty sales but the mixtapes murdered 'em Got off the label, seen the haters on the inspire Him done turned Grand Hustle to an empire And POOF, out the hood he blew If not me, J. Geter, that could be you Remember [Chorus]