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
 I rap and I shove the crack in the side of a creme 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 [?]
 Cause I still got a pill problem
 My dollar bills still got a film on 'em
 Feeling like some loser trash
 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
 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
 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