Kanye West - Gossip Files lyrics

n***as 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 sh** down I aint finna let these lights skinned n***az come back in style I'm finna turn to this cla** 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 f**ed 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 dreamk**ers, they the dreamk**ers Who know a dream, they are the dream (k**er Norman Bates) They the dreamk**ers, they the dreamk**ers, dream They are the dream (k**er 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 sh** dog, and they the flies How you gon tell me how to live my life And you can't even get your own sh** 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 k** ya dreams so they a**a**inate your character Do anything to downplay ya or embarra** ya Come around wit ya but they ain't down wit ya They the dreamk**ers 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 f** 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 n***a came from the Chi, moved to the east You gotta k** 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 dreamk**ers n***as 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