[Hook 1]

They gossiping, it runs the city

They don't know who watchin them when they comin to get me

So I hit the block and bend, do about sixty

And I put my Glocks to them, like blaow, blaow, blaow



[Verse 1]

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 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

Hating on you to their 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 ten-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 me success is the best revenge

So they gon' be fucked up when you do your 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]

They are the dream killers, they the dream killers

Who know a dream? Uh, they are the dream (killer Norman Bates)

They the dream killers, they the dream killers

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 gonna 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

Chasing y'all 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 you or embarrass you

Come around with you but they ain't down with you

They the dream killers



[Instrumental Break]



(Killer Norman Bates)



[Verse 3]

And I'm through spitting these rappers my most heartfelt flow

'Cause 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 your house or put a gat to a mouth

Or put your fist to your spouse, so how you gon' 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 gon' 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 dream killers



[Hook 1]

They gossiping, it runs the city

They don't know who watchin them when they comin to get me

So I hit the block and bend, do about sixty

And I put my Glocks to them, like blaow, blaow, blaow