[Chorus:]
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I used to dream (I used to dream), oh woah
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About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
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But now I sing (now I sing), oh woah
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Because I'm sitting on top of the world (the whole world)
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And now I sing, sing, sing, sing, 'cause I'm sitting on top of the world
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And now I sing, sing, sing, sing, 'cause I'm sitting on top of the world
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[Verse 1 - T.I.]
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Man I remember, before I say that, wait, let me issue this statement
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No way should reflection be mistaken for glorification
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Now, I remember so vivid, me and my niggas was living
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Sub-standard condition, still handling business
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Still laughing and tripping, still having the bitches
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I'm rapping now, reminiscing, and God damn it, we did it
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From trapping, standing, and pitching with rich, we stand in the kitchen
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Splitting it eight ways, flipping it eight days
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Thought that while in a room it was just the way to behave
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Kept the weight and the yey for most the paper we made in all dimes
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I aint lying, the pleasure was all mine
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Have big work to move, but we served the small time
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I always outshined the niggas with small minds
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Who would of thought we would be arguably the greatest of all time?
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Around here, we developed such a sound down here
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But duplicate it off the steel, it can only be found here
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Only listen to G's, that other shit I don't hear
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Shit, they so far in the rear, why would I even care
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I'm too busy being a player, staring at niggas careers
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But talk about it for years and now we finally here
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[Chorus:]
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I used to dream (I used to dream), oh woah
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About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
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But now I sing (now I sing), oh woah
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Because I'm sitting on top of the world (the whole world)
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And now I sing, sing, sing, sing, 'cause I'm sitting on top of the world
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And now I sing, sing, sing, sing, 'cause I'm sitting on top of the world
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[Verse 2 - Ludacris:]
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They say what goes up must come down, but I ain't reached my cruising altitude
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Take a look at what I did, but can you imagine what I'm about to do?
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The places I'm bout to go, and the money I'm bout to see
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Gave Bill Gates some binoculars and said "look out for me!"
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Exceeded expectations, even at Def Jam
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Cause I married the streets and Atlanta has been my best man
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My momma quit her job and now she works with six figures
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Cause I'm a self-made, nappy-headed, rich nigga
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Private planes help me travel in peace
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To four cities in one day and four countries in one week
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Cause I work for myself and no one else cause I'm too smart to
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Put one of my partners right through culinary art school
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Now he my personal chef, so that bread he get it
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Put them all in houses, cleaned up all of my friends credit
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And now they witness all the glitz and the glamor
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Catch us eating at straits Atlanta with women with table manners
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Order in Singapore and lobster
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Celebrating coming from nothing to winning Grammys and rappers winning Oscars
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And they say rappers shouldn't act nah suckers
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We see Samuel Jackson like what's up mother fucker?!
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[Chorus:]
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I used to dream (I used to dream), oh woah
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About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
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But now I sing (now I sing), oh woah
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Because I'm sitting on top of the world (the whole world)
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And now I sing, sing, sing, sing, 'cause I'm sitting on top of the world
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And now I sing, sing, sing, sing, 'cause I'm sitting on top of the world
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[Verse 3 - T.I.]
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I know them haters don't stop plotting and wish you would fall
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Cause I'm standing on top looking down at it all
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I see you down there to y'all, it seems like I got it all
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Homie I ain't get enough, I'm still trying to triple up
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It's why we got StreetCred and a cool building up
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Say I'm doing too much, shit, I say I ain't did enough
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Remember saying "Damn, if I could just get to a million plus"
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And now I'm like "Shit, what the fuck is a million bucks?"
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Triple that on my bun thanks to bigs and run
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But nevermind what I've been through, just look at what I become
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All the shit I've avoided, what I done for my s |