Trae Tha Truth, Rittz - Living A Dream lyrics

Damn shawty got damn living it up ain't you
All that designer shit man
You know what I mean
Got damn you living a dream bruh

My shades more expensive than your J's
My chain indicates that I'm paid
My lady say it's time to get engaged
She say I go on tour and misbehave
Our bills are never late
On the stage rocking like I'm Jimmy Page
But fuck swag
I ain't dressing up like Kid 'n Play
Trying to snap on every track
Like Eminem on Renegade
If you ain't heard of me then
You been living in a cave
Or sitting in a grave, or listening to Drake
Any minute the shit will disintegrate
This music business is fishy like penetrating
A bitch who didn't bathe
Wanted on the streets like I
Went to prison and escaped fuck the police
These authority figures get disobeyed
In the broad day bullets
Be grazing and ricochet
No games, only participating in pistol play
Im rappin I should be cracking
Inside of a crème brûlée
It's like I'm pinned against a cage
Fightin' in the MMA bitch

It is what it is but it ain't what it seems
People thinking that I'm living a dream
Ohhh ohhh yeahh yeahh
When I roll through in my
Old school Cut' Supreme
They be thinking that I'm living a dream
Ohhh ohhh yeahh

Yeah my older brother's a teacher
One of his students asked
If I ever game him money, it's funny
People think I got stupid cash
If they only knew the half
Hoping I got loot to last me
To June and it's April
Afraid to go and do the math
Covering my emotions
Hope they don't see through the mask
From the outside looking in it's different
Looking through the glass
Me and Tech ain't Bernz and Wrek
Me and Wolf ain't Snoop and Daz
Cause the truth is that this music
Crap is difficult to grasp
That's why you never see me
Go on interviews and bash other rappers
I'm not the dude booin' while you at bat
Cause I still got a pill problem
My dollar bills still got a film on 'em
Feeling like some loser trash
Responding to Twitter mentions
Groupies getting too attached
Homies clueless asking questions
"When they sending you a plaque?"
Explaining how budgets work
Recouping and how I'm stressing
Cause I never see a check from selling 50
000 records but

Yeah
I'm sick of people speaking for me like
Ain't a day I was stressing
Why the fuck I'm living life somewhere
Lost in a thousand questions
Every blessing got me grateful but
These haters got me hateful
So I take it 'til I'm permanent resting
But they don't see that
All they see is that I'm a trip fuck 'em
I'd rather kick it and dive
Inside they woman' lips
Yeah this whip I ride is nice but
Why you worried 'bout the price
What about they days I walk and
Hustle just to starve for nights
And that's for real
Why are they acting like they
Was on side of me
They don't remember when everyone lied to me
Left me alone and that was cool back then
But now that they looking
They acting like they
Was the one that was doing it
Telling me they was my people
They thought they had me fooled back then
Not Trae, no not today, I'm living for me
No opinion got me in shackles
Shit I'm living life free
And everything seem to be a dream
I tried to tell 'em wake up
But instead they'd rather hate
Me getting cake up shit