Gossip FilesKanye WestNiggas gossiping, it runs the city, they don't know who watching themWhen they coming to get me, so I hit the block and bendDo about 60, and I put my glocks to them, like plow plow plowI’m gonna to get on this TV and put shit downI aint finna let these lights skinned niggaz come back in styleI’m finna turn to this class clown, should be crazy deepThey told my momma I was bipolar had A.D.D.I told em, what-what I wanna do, I wanna be a ballerThe dream spoilers are for yaHatin on you to they mans on the cornersOld folks said he’d never make it off the cornerThey are the virus that corrupts the soulThey are the cubic zirconia inside the 10 karat goldThat get green on ya, when you get green on emYou gotta wash ya hands of em, get clean on emSomebody told me success is the best revengeSo they gon be fucked up when you do ya thing on emNow hold ya plaques high, like who woulda thoughtAnd tell em, ahem, thank you for your no supportThey are the dreamkillers, they the dreamkillersWho know a dream, they are the dream (killer Norman Bates)They the dreamkillers, they the dreamkillers, dreamThey are the dream (killer Norman Bates)Now how you gonna talk about the way I spend my moneyEverybody say it with me now, it's my moneyAnd they know they hatin, but what they don't know isThey are my motivation, they are my inspirationCos we the leaders, and they the followersAnd we the nut busters, and they the swallowersThey are the rumours, they are the liesWe are the shit dog, and they the fliesHow you gon tell me how to live my lifeAnd you can't even get your own shit tight, rightThey are the misery that loves companyCuz that comfortable corporate job can't comfort meTold em I finished school, and I started my own businessThey said “Oh you graduated?” No I decided I was finishedChasin yall dreams and what you got plannedNow I spit it so hot you got tannedAnd they hate on your relationship, then break your marriage upCan't kill ya dreams so they assassinate your characterDo anything to downplay ya or embarrass yaCome around wit ya but they ain’t down wit yaThey the dreamkillersAnd I'm through spittin these rappers my most heartfelt flowThey be like “That's cool, you got some beats for me though?”Oh I get it, you wanna be Snoop and Dr. DreBut don't nobody give a fuck what you got to sayAnyway what you finna rap about?You never sold crack out ya house or put a gat to a mouthOr put ya fist to ya spouse, so how you gon move the crowd?I bet a thousand that you get booed outI even heard that they even takin wages in jailThey bet ten boxes of cigarettes that I'm finna failSecond you talk about me, they be like “Peace”This nigga came from the Chi, moved to the eastYou gotta kill at least one person at leastOr we'll evict you from the rap game, cancel your leaseHow 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 dreamkillersNiggas gossiping, it runs the cityThey don't know who watching themWhen they coming to get meSo I hit the block and bend and do about 60And I put my glocks to them, like plow plow plowBy DAN'S
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Niggas gossiping, it runs the city, they don't know who watching 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 plow plow plow
I’m gonna to get on this TV and put shit down
I aint finna let these lights skinned niggaz come back in style
I’m finna turn to this class clown, should be crazy deep
They told my momma I was bipolar had A.D.D.
I told em, what-what I wanna do, I wanna be a baller
The dream spoilers are for 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 ya, when you get green on em
You gotta wash ya hands of em, get clean on em
Somebody told me success is the best revenge
So they gon be fucked up when you do ya thing on em
Now hold ya plaques high, like who woulda thought
And tell em, ahem, thank you for your no support
They are the dreamkillers, they the dreamkillers
Who know a dream, they are the dream (killer Norman Bates)
They the dreamkillers, they the dreamkillers, dream
They are the dream (killer Norman Bates)
Now how you gonna talk about the way I spend my money
Everybody say it with me now, it's my money
And they know they hatin, but what they don't know is
They are my motivation, they are my inspiration
Cos we the leaders, and they the followers
And we the nut busters, and they the swallowers
They are the rumours, they are the lies
We are the shit dog, and they the flies
How you gon 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
Cuz that comfortable corporate job can't comfort me
Told em I finished school, and I started my own business
They said “Oh you graduated?” No 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 ya dreams so they assassinate your character
Do anything to downplay ya or embarrass ya
Come around wit ya but they ain’t down wit ya
They the dreamkillers
And I'm through spittin these rappers my most heartfelt flow
They be like “That's cool, you got some beats for me though?”
Oh I get it, you wanna 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 gon move the crowd?
I bet a thousand that you get booed out
I even heard that they even takin wages in jail
They bet ten boxes of cigarettes that I'm finna fail
Second you talk about me, they be like “Peace”
This nigga came from the Chi, moved to the east
You gotta 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
Niggas gossiping, it runs the city
They don't know who watching them
When they coming to get me
So I hit the block and bend and do about 60
And I put my glocks to them, like plow plow plow
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