Chris Rockaway - Dream k**er 2.0 lyrics

[Verse 1 - Hollywood FLOSS] Welcome to the Dream where they say you can't make it But they dont 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 s**ers 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 dont depend on a sequel Snakes lie to raise esteem dont 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 k**er [Hook] k**er k**er raps dream k**er k**er k**er raps dream k**er I know they dreaming I fail but I prevail Wish them well now here's my tale [Verse 2 - LAWS] 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 ma** Too many bars get a graph You falling off get a grip get a grasp Or get ready for d**h get a fifth bend it back Ain't f**ing with these ladies a baby will get them half You said they want a statement f** 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 [Hook] k**er k**er raps dream k**er k**er k**er raps dream k**er I know they dreaming I fail but I prevail Wish them well now here's my tale [Verse 3 - Hollywood FLOSS] 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 pa** 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 [Verse 4 - Hollywood FLOSS] Critics say a lot but not enough to detour me My music faith a**ured 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