Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Living a Dream , by - Rittz. Song from the album Next to Nothing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.09.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Living a Dream |
| 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 yeahhhhh |
| 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 |