Chorus: Gwen Dickey. I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are. I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means. Verse 1: Jay-Z. Check it out you can catch me on top now playin a club. Throwin a shot down tryin to stay above. Ground another ground-breakin day in the club. Surrounded by my home thoughts playin a cut. Reminesin on days I didn't have a pot to piss in. No watches to glisin no V's with hot systems. Missin my homies that passed right in front of my eyes. Due to the fast life we told wonderful lies. On how we would live forever time proved us wrong. Had to get our shit together and move it along. Had dreams of being Big niggas Jig niggas. Drivin the hottest cars movin out with our moms and I'm. Chorus: Gwen Dickey. Wishing on a star to follow where you are. I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means. Verse 2: Jay-Z. Was interuppted by this chicken that I used to cluck wit. Back in the days when I was movin much shit "What up chick?". Maintanin it's the same old thang. A little stress a little bullshit ain't too much changed. I see you kept it movin you see I kept improving she nodded her head in. agreement. Remember when I used to walk up and down the cement puttin it down. While the Streets is Watchin stay hooded down. Just to earn a rep but what good is it now?. She said "Damn I just stopped to say Hi.... Bye". I was too deep for you from day one. Thats why we never had relations continued in my own zone. Chorus: Gwen Dickey. I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are. I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means. And I wish on all the rainbows that I see. I wish on all the people who really dream. And I'm wishing on tomorrow praying it will come. And I'm wishing on all the loving we've ever done. Verse 3: Jay-Z. Uh huh We used to play tap-tap for rap tracks. Run catch and kiss in the back park until it got dark. Wanted to be like the older fellas sneak and drink old Chample. Dangerous games we played on the third rail. Fiend for the summer breeze. Hopped out the Lee's Dungrares. into the Hawaiian shorts relying on sports. to take us away from here but I cut too much. So I had a plan B used to rhyme with a brush. My sinners used to back me up. Like Doug E. Fresh and Ricky D. Eric Mickey and Me. All my niggas is you with me each of ya'll. Let's reach for the stars now... Jigga!. Chorus: Gwen Dickey. I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are. I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means. And I wish on all the rainbows that I see. I wish on all the people who really dream. And I'm wishing on tomorrow praying it will come.