The O’My’s, Twista, Chuck Inglish, Chance The Rapper, King Chip - Bout A Dolla lyrics

Living the dream ain't all it seems
Some turn fiends for the paperback greens
Truth be told, it's all I know
I'd rather go blind than lose my soul
Rather not eat if it means I can't speak
I don't lose sleep over niggas who's sweet
See this whole dream was built on cream
If it ain't about a dollar
Why you talking to me?

See oil's still spillin'
Niggas still chillin' tho
We in your house like the
Rock through the window
Yeah ho, and it's like that for you
And you thought that I wasn't going
To mention this at all
It's about to blow and everybody's on dope
Like who hasn't died from a fuckin' overdose
Well here's a song, get on, methadone
Take the edge off, slid off
How you love that this is how we do it
We writin' them real raps
I ain't got to worry about
Gettin' my chain back
Cuz niggas know I don't need
To get mine snatched
And I hope when they hear this
They can feel where I'm at
Like back in the day
Buying tapes before sacks
Macks catch a case in the face, Max pen
And it happened to some friends
They intentions were waybetter
Than their decisions i'm not finished
Call every number on my phone like
'you heard that new song, that came on
It was wild
That nigga Chuck lost his mind on that line'
And it rhymed like

Twenty Twelve is here, we all is avatars
We all be livin' large
We all got pretty broads
The whole globe is ours
We taking over the earth
You thought it was bad now
This shit is going to get worse
Cuz niggas with money too flashy, unruly
Brain washed by this life, it's like a movie
Stay the realist to the end
Call me young Abbie Hoffman
Hear about em all the time
We don't see em often
And he don't fit in with all them cornballs
It's going down to late to warn ya'll
This is how real niggas get down
Too laid back cause attention is for girls
That's why she's wearing that

Little rapper
Wrap up all that trap rap bullshit
You can dancer, back up (IGH)
Damn dear prancers, don't dash for dames
Don't dip for chips, don't give up your chain
Let me flash the bang
Wait and see if they buck
Let me see if they miss
If they hit me it's luck
If they touch me I quit
I'm a rapper's delight
I'm the rapper to like, a comma after the the
Got a bad appetite (IGH)
Fake food that's that shit I dislike (IGH)
Fake boobs that's that shit I did like (IGH)
She likes the mixed drinks
I like the mixed type she got an accent
She loved the mixtape oh you're english?
You heard of Chuck The Rapper?
You heard of Chance The Ripper?
You wanna fuck a rapper?
Life's funny like that, like that
Make it then you bring it right back
Right back

The things that people are willing to do when
They want to go straight to the top
Integrity's always important regardless
If you ever make it or not
I seen enough of the suffering
What will we do and amounting to nothing and
No method for kissing and hugging the babies
They hatin' instead of lovin' them
And what's up with the government
It never get better
We forever fight over cheddar
So what does it matter who running
It - democrat or republican
Stay on top of your business
Let nobody stop you from living the dream
Try to be careful about what you do because
Nothing is as good as it seems
Out of the dark
Steppin up hard into the light
Whatever's wrong you can do right
Going against everybody in spite
Lovin' the thoughts they might be
Having about you not
Bein' able to come with it on em
Until you shitted on em
Enemies finna face defeat
So they finna hate me
Came through in the place to be in a Benz
Mercedes they way I spit I'm laced with
Heat so they imitate me
Flow over interracial beats - Blended Babies