King South - Dreams lyrics

Don't waste your time Dreams are all the same Dreams are all the same Dreams are all the same [Hook: King South] And it's cool, you can have all your sh** Keep your car and your brand new fits n***as out here really living that life But I'd rather be broke than to live your life n***a Live your life Live your life I'd rather be broke than to live your life n***a Live your life [Verse 1: King South] Got, outstanding n***as with no plans Trying to stick it to the man Always stuck to my plan A Lost my job and my b**h went HAM, like "You so irresponsible You're always thinking of yourself You need to find you a day job Cause these bills can't pay themselves," so I Configure my plan B McDonald's or KFC Meanwhile I'm still making these beats Trying to make it to the top no hands and no seats n***as No freebees n***a, this ain't freelance n***a Yeah I know we got the heat Stand in line and grab you a seat, n***a No one never (never) Believed in me, I'm too clever (clever) Society knew better Then I would work that 9-5 forever So I escape to the music You n***as too complicated But we just 1-2 it We just 1-2, and we just 1-2 it [Hook] [Verse 2: 9Secs] This little job barely scratch the surface We won't starve, but we won't eat And making meals won't pay the bills We got bills cause ain't nothing free This little job barely scratch the surface The middle of the month and I'm getting nervous We skimming meals just to pay the bills It ain't the way that it's supposed to be I got a dream though See, I ain't got a job, and I ain't even broke No more trading cash for EBTs yo And no more f**ing with b**hes that work at Quizno, unless you're special Then we can work it out, bench presses Getting brain on the go, get a quick lesson So what's on your mind? They say time equal money, well my money's telling me that we outta time So get a job, not a dream, that's Craig Tillman Or stacking dough to the ceiling, that's bread building And I'ma burn that To being broke no longer, I will concern, I been waiting my turn I never turn back Man, f** a pillar of salt, I'm still watching my sodium n***as wanting that dope, I turn a verse into opium n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Laws] I'm just sitting in the stoop, Ciroc on rocks The beats scream "rape!" while you wanna baller block Call a cop, I don't dance but I sorta box Me and her hang, like sideburns on an Orthodox Yiddish, she was three-quarter British She sorta skiddish, she green like ribbit And God said "rip it," mom said "Boy don't you know bills due? Hurry up and f**ing finish!" Sorry mom, but these chickens trying to Pippen on my fadeaways Flow flex like d**h only a day away Me and Dukes, and South, and Troy The flow's like sleep, in a house full of noise Flow on the beat like a mouth full of roids I'm going for the M's, I ain't even employed See, this rap is minimal I'm Kurt Cobain nose deep in c**aine in his last two interviews I'm Chris Reeves, mid-flight fore his neck went Snap like Lil Wayne fans representing Hit a jump til her inside's effervescent Can't afford a bag man, lemme get some resin From Nevada to Nebuchadnezzar Light brown Nas, spit like what he kept on his dresser Spit like baby moms in a fist fight Spit like a good witch in midnight Saying l'chaim, Illuminati body And I'm watching Dreamcatcher, the scene on the potty Oh sh**, I'm scatterbrained, you k**, I'd rather maim I k** every rapper, they gon call this Rapper Day [Hook]