Wale - Am I Dreaming lyrics

[Intro] What up Emf, what up Jay I swear these rap motherf**ers They all dreamin' they all gangsters Everybody's a drug lord Everybody's f**ing Ron O'Neal or some sh**, right It's hip-hop [Verse 1] Most of y'all not as hard as you say you is You soft as cotton swabs, so get up out my ear I'd rather have wax build up Than whack images of rap n***as Talkin' 'bout sh** that they don't even know about All the keys of coke they got All the whips they drove and the hoes they be going at Flow out substances, so much irrelevant I ain't tryin' to preach, but at least try to relish this You're hotdogging it, you're feeling yourself The movie of your life, you gonna film with yourself Co-wrote and co-produced by you and only you Embellished and re-edited and this is nothing new And I ain't tryin' to discipline But this is something you all don't realize Most rappers just lie A sight for sore eyes, I'm the brightest upcoming These other n***as dreamin' if they thinkin' that they thuggin' [Bridge] I told you, like everybody's a thug I seen this n***a, man Yo, I seen you at the bus stop, dawg You don't have a Maybach You ain't got no Benz Wake up, man It's all good, Jo You can have a bucket and do what you do, dawg It ain't really all that, you know [Verse 2] It's cool if you think your flow the hottest 'round But you're not Kanye, so go an put your collar down And you ain't gotta frown, dawg Just sound off You can be a thug, but please keep your pants on Cause all this saggin' is bad to see They say the ones that try the hardest be the f*gs indeed You're watching too much television Dipset could tell you, listen Your whole flow, I can spot it like leopard skin You're not Juelz, Jim Jones, or Cam Hellrel or JR, hell, you're just fakincense Jeezy dropped, everybody a snowman Say you got pounds, I ain't seen you with an "O" yet What's so bad is that your flow is all fixated Over street dreams, your dream, you can't illustrate it You're not innovative, you're just an imitator Take your Visine and caffeine and wake up [Bridge] And another thing is The Bama want to talk like You know who I'm talking about too, but The bad man want to talk about He got money, he got j**elry And he got dip Man, I seen you, youngin' You got Old Navy on What is you doin' You got motherf**in' Pumas on, dawg Check the catalog [Verse 3] My name Wale, last name irrelevant Drive an 89 Cam', I'm really tryin' to sell that sh** Used to sell crack, wasn't sellin' big weight Did the low here and there to get my sneaker game straight Sold weed, though, but no kilos of coke Used to go in n***as' whips for C notes and roll And I'm not a thug but I do got a temper My right hand symbolizes what I must remember And yes, I've shot pistols My intentions were to never take another life Unless mine dangled in the trenches Sprinkle them with flow until they souls all drenched And drown with my style, cause I'm brighter than they is I hope to make them smile while enlighten all the kids Hip-hop, that's my art, real life is what it is Real I is real like that sentence of Jacob Symbolize greatness, Spike Lee, wake up [Outro] And if you rap and you got, like, a problem with me First of all, you can come see me Second of all, you, you don't gotta tell us about all these items that you claim to have Know what I'm saying You got your guns, sure, you know And another thing, back on the other sh** The bama told me he be with dimes The whole time, he in the mall buying shoes for the girls She tryin' to look like Star Jones a little bit Like, before the surgery or the lipo But anyway, I'm jive, whatever My n***a told me he fresh He got dissed down at Third The n***a got like an 85 Corolla or some sh** My point is, these rap n***as is jive Dreamin', but it's alright I ain't gonna knock your hustle I'mma let that hook ride out, cause that was jive