Kanye West - Gossip Files lyrics

Ah

Niggas 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

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 ADD
I told 'em w-what I wanna do
I wanna be a baller
The dream spoilers'll fool you
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
And hold your plaques high
Like who would've thought?
And tell 'em, ahem, ahem, ahem
Thank you for your no support

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)

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 gon' 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 (Killer Norman Bates)

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 to 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
He 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

Niggas 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
Then I put my Glocks to
Them, like blaow, blaow, blaow

(Killer Norman Bates)
Niggas gossiping (Killer)
They don't know who watchin' them
(K-K-K-K-Killer)
So I hit the block and bend (K-K-K-K-Killer)
Then I put my Glocks to them
(Killer, Killer Norman Bates)
Niggas gossiping (K-K-K-K-Killer)
They don't know who watchin' them
(K-K-K-K-Killer) so I hit the block and bend
(K-K-K-K-Killer, K-K-K-Killer)
Then I put my Glocks to them, like
(K-K-K-Killer Norman Bates)