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 wages 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