King South, 9Secs, Laws - Dreams lyrics

Don't waste your time
Dreams are all the same
Dreams are all the same
Dreams are all the same

And it's cool, you can have all your shit
Keep your car and your brand new fit's
Niggas out here really living that life
But, I'd rather be broke than
To live your life nigga live your life
Live your life i'd rather be broke than to
Live your life nigga live your life

Got, outstanding niggas with no plans
Trying to stick it to the man
Always stuck to my plan A
Lost my job and my bitch 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 niggas
No freebees nigga, this ain't freelance nigga
Yeah I know we got the heat
Stand in line and grab you a seat, nigga
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 niggas too complicated
But we just 1-2 it
We just 1-2, and we just 1-2 it

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 fucking with bitches
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, fuck a pillar of salt
I'm still watching my sodium
Niggas wanting that dope
I turn a verse into opium nigga

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 fucking finish!" sorry mom
But these chickens trying to
Pippen on my fadeaways
Flow flex like death 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 cocaine
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 shit, I'm scatterbrained, you kill
I'd rather maim i kill every rapper
They gon call this Rapper Day