Gossip Files

[Hook 1: Kanye West] They gossipin', it runs the city They don't know who watchin them, when they coming to get me So I hit the block and bend, do about 60 And I put my Glocks to them, like blaow blaow blaow [Verse 1: Kanye West] I'm finna get on this TV and put shit down I ain't finna let these light skinned niggas come back in style I'm finna turn to this class clown shit to crazy g's They told my Momma I was bipolar had A.D.D I told 'em w-what I wanna do: I wanna be a baller The dream spoilers'll fool ya Hatin' on you to they mans on the corners Old folks said he'd never make it off the corner They are the virus that corrupts the soul They are the cubic zirconia inside the 10 karat gold That get green on you, when you get green on 'em You gotta wash your hands of 'em, get clean on 'em Somebody told success is the best revenge So they going to be fucked up when you do ya thing on 'em Now hold your plaques high, like who would've thought And tell em *ahem ahem ahem*, thank you for your no support [Hook 2: Kanye West & Ol' Dirty Bastard Sample] They are the dreamkillers, they the dreamkillers Who know a dream, uh they are the dream (killer Norman Bates!) They the dreamkillers, they the dreamkillers Dream, they are the dream (killer Norman Bates) [Verse 2] Now how you going to talk about the way I spend my money Everybody say it with me now: it's my money And they know they hating; but what they don't know is They are my motivation, they are my inspiration Cause we the leaders, and they the followers And we the nut busters, and they the swallowers They are the rumors, they are the lies We are the shit dog, and they the flies How you going to tell me how to live my life And you can't even get your own shit tight, right They are the misery that loves company Cause that comfortable corporate job can't comfort me Told em I finished school, then I started my own business They said, "Oh you graduated?" Nah I decided I was finished Chasin yall dreams and what you got planned Now I spit it so hot you got tanned And they hate on your relationship, then break your marriage up Can't kill your dreams so they assassinate your character Do anything to downplay ya or embarrass ya Come around with ya but they ain't down with ya They the dreamkillers [Instrumental Break] (Killer, Norman Bates) [Verse 3] And I'm through spitting these rappers my most heartfelt flow They be like "That's cool, you got some beats for me though?" Oh I get it, you want to be Snoop and Dr. Dre But don't nobody give a fuck what you got to say Anyway what you finna rap about? You never sold crack out ya house or put a gat to a mouth Or put ya fist to ya spouse, so how you going to move the crowd? I bet a thousand that you get booed out I even heard that they even taking wagers in jail They bet ten boxes of cigarettes that I'm finna fail Second you talk about peace, they going to be like: "Peace" This nigga came from the Chi, moved to the east You got to kill at least one person at least Or we'll evict you from the rap game, cancel your lease How you go to New York, what you ain't never took a tour there? What you ain't know you gotta be rich just to be poor there? The dreamkillers [Hook 1]