[Hook 1: Kanye West]
They gossipin', it runs the city
They don't know who watchin them, when they coming to get me
So I hit the block and bend, do about 60
And I put my Glocks to them, like blaow blaow blaow

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I'm finna get on this TV and put shit down
I ain't finna let these light skinned niggas come back in style
I'm finna turn to this class clown shit to crazy g's
They told my Momma I was bipolar had A.D.D
I told 'em w-what I wanna do: I wanna be a baller
The dream spoilers'll fool ya
Hatin' on you to they mans on the corners
Old folks said he'd never make it off the corner
They are the virus that corrupts the soul
They are the cubic zirconia inside the 10 karat gold
That get green on you, when you get green on 'em
You gotta wash your hands of 'em, get clean on 'em
Somebody told success is the best revenge
So they going to be fucked up when you do ya thing on 'em
Now hold your plaques high, like who would've thought
And tell em *ahem ahem ahem*, thank you for your no support

[Hook 2: Kanye West & Ol' Dirty Bastard Sample]
They are the dreamkillers, they the dreamkillers
Who know a dream, uh they are the dream (killer) (Norman Bates!)
They the dreamkillers, they the dreamkillers
Dream, they are the dream (killer (Norman Bates)

[Verse 2]
Now how you going to talk about the way I spend my money
Everybody say it with me now: it's my money
And they know they hating; but what they don't know is
They are my motivation, they are my inspiration
Cause we the leaders, and they the followers
And we the nut busters, and they the swallowers
They are the rumors, they are the lies
We are the shit dog, and they the flies
How you going to tell me how to live my life
And you can't even get your own shit tight, right
They are the misery that loves company
Cause that comfortable corporate job can't comfort me
Told em I finished school, then I started my own business
They said, "Oh you graduated?"
Nah I decided I was finished
Chasin yall dreams and what you got planned
Now I spit it so hot you got tanned
And they hate on your relationship, then break your marriage up
Can't kill your dreams so they assassinate your character
Do anything to downplay ya or embarrass ya
Come around with ya but they ain't down with ya
They the dreamkillers

[Instrumental Break]

(Killer, Norman Bates)

[Verse 3]
And I'm through spitting these rappers my most heartfelt flow
They be like "That's cool, you got some beats for me though?"
Oh I get it, you want to be Snoop and Dr. Dre
But don't nobody give a fuck what you got to say
Anyway what you finna rap about?
You never sold crack out ya house or put a gat to a mouth
Or put ya fist to ya spouse, so how you going to move the crowd?
I bet a thousand that you get booed out
I even heard that they even taking wages in jail
They bet ten boxes of cigarettes that I'm finna fail
Second you talk about peace, they going to be like: "Peace"
This nigga came from the Chi, moved to the east
You got to kill at least one person at least
Or we'll evict you from the rap game, cancel your lease
How you go to New York, what you ain't never took a tour there?
What you ain't know you gotta be rich just to be poor there?
The dreamkillers