Hollywood FLOSS, Laws - Dream Killer 2.0 lyrics
[Hollywood FLOSS, Laws - Dream Killer 2.0 lyrics]
Say you can't make it
But they don't know you finna kick
Down the door and take it
Embrace it The game need
Changing a facelift NipTuck
Ask em listen to a song they
Wanna turn they lips up
Well punk suckers pucker up I've had enough
Calling bluffs bout to win the
Game over Royal flush
Asking why the album titled House of Dreams
Kept sleeping on me so I'm
Pursuing them in their dreams
Only fit for a king well I be's a LEO
Staring face to face with their
Soul like a peep hole
You get one shot don't depend on a sequel
Snakes lie to raise esteem don't trust people
Behold a MC breaking molds uncontrolled
Other rappers say they flossin' but
They just fools gold
Old news I'm breaking news Sturdy as a pilar
Here to wake the game up
I'm raps dream killer
Killer Killer raps dream killer
Killer Killer raps dream killer
I know they dreaming I fail but I prevail
Wish them well now here's my tale
And No we couldn't be the same
Write reality on a bullet and
Put it in your brain
Then I Laugh, Then I ask
Why treating all these tricks get a mask
Chuurch this preacher will never
Regret a mass too many bars get a graph
You falling off get a grip get a grasp
Or get ready for death get
A fifth bend it back
Ain't fucking with these ladies a
Baby will get them half
You said they want a statement
Fuck em tell them that
End quotation bout to get fresh
Like the end of probation
Seems I'm a villain these are a means for
The scene I'm concealing
Guns stay in ya face
Then I paint like Michelangelo and leave
Ya dreams on the ceiling
Killer Killer raps dream killer
Killer Killer raps dream killer
I know they dreaming I fail but I prevail
Wish them well now here's my tale
Wanna judge everything about me but my music
Critics give me fuel to the
Fire why not use it
Fuses burn fast at the end of my rope
Thinking I ain't gon make it
But, I gotta keep hope
My dream is for my mom's
Mom I watched her struggle
SO the hate receives nothing
Motivation for the hustle
And been hurt before
Lost fam to the dope game
13 years old crying bedside coping
Dante come home Dre Dunn come home
Cecil come home but reality they gone
Thats where I manned up so this gotta pan out
Can't call audibles stuck with this bad route
But when I do pass I'll get the last laugh
Endzone hands up clouds I'm trying to grab
To hold on to the moment to
Hold on to the moment
Do anything and everything just to prolong it
Critics say a lot but not enough to detour me
My music faith assured the
Hate only betters me if this ain't Hip-Hop
I'll create my on genre
My mantra do you and the things you fond of
Point of no return thats
Word to Bridget Fonda
They used to laugh at me and my beat up Honda
But, I was just laughing saving
For a rainy day
Yall was going broke making it
Rain in a stripper face
False images to save face when you
Should of saved some big faces
Money for court cases Now
You tied like shoelaces
Doing music you don't like
Cause you pigeonholed