Bout a Dolla (feat. Chuck Inglish, Chance the Rapper, Chip tha Ripper & Twista)

Living the dream ain't all it seems
 Some turn fiends for the paperback greens
 Truth be told, it's all I know
 I'd rather go blind than lose my soul
 Rather not eat if it means I can't speak
 I don't lose sleep over niggas who's sweet
 See this whole dream was built on cream
 If it ain't about a dollar why you talking to me?
 See oil's still spillin', niggas still chillin' tho
 We in your house like the rock through the window
 Yeah ho, and it's like that for you
 And you thought that I wasn't going to mention this at all
 It's about to blow and everybody's on dope
 Like who hasn't died from a fuckin' overdose
 Well here's a song, get on, methadone
 Take the edge off, slid off, how you love that
 This is how we do it, we writin' them real raps
 I ain't got to worry about gettin' my chain back
 Cuz niggas know I don't need to get mine snatched
 And I hope when they hear this they can feel where I'm at
 Like back in the day buying tapes before sacks
 Macks catch a case in the face, Max pen
 And it happened to some friends
 They intentions were waybetter than their decisions
 I'm not finished
 Call every number on my phone like 'you heard that new song, that came on
 It was wild, that nigga Chuck lost his mind on that line'
 And it rhymed like...
 Twenty-Twelve is here, we all is avatars
 We all be livin' large, we all got pretty broads
 The whole globe is ours, we taking over the earth
 You thought it was bad now, this shit is going to get worse
 Cuz niggas with money too flashy, unruly
 Brain washed by this life, it's like a movie
 Stay the realist to the end, call me young Abbie Hoffman
 Hear about em all the time, we don't see em often
 And he don't fit in with all them cornballs
 It's going down to late to warn ya'll
 This is how real niggas get down, too laid back
 Cause attention is for girls, that's why she's wearing that
 Little rapper, wrap up all that trap rap bullshit
 You can dancer, back up (IGH)
 Damn dear prancers, don't dash for dames
 Don't dip for chips, don't give up your chain
 Let me flash the bang, wait and see if they buck
 Let me see if they miss, if they hit me it's luck
 If they touch me I quit, I'm a rapper's delight
 I'm the rapper to like, a comma after the the
 Got a bad appetite (IGH)
 Fake food that's that shit I dislike (IGH)
 Fake boobs that's that shit I did like (IGH)
 She likes the mixed drinks
 I like the mixed type
 She got an accent
 She loved the mixtape
 Oh you're english?
 You heard of Chuck The Rapper?
 You heard of Chance The Ripper?
 You wanna fuck a rapper?
 Life's funny like that, like that
 Make it then you bring it right back, right back
 The things that people are willing to do when they want to go straight to the top
 Integrity's always important regardless if you ever make it or not
 I seen enough of the suffering, what will we do and amounting to nothing and
 No method for kissing and hugging the babies, they hatin' instead of lovin' them
 And what's up with the government, it never get better
 We forever fight over cheddar, so what does it matter who running it - democrat or republican
 Stay on top of your business, let nobody stop you from living the dream
 Try to be careful about what you do because nothing is as good as it seems
 Out of the dark, steppin up hard into the light
 Whatever's wrong you can do right, Going against everybody in spite
 Lovin' the thoughts they might be having about you not bein' able to come with it on em
 ...until you shitted on em
 Enemies finna face defeat, so they finna hate me
 Came through in the place to be in a Benz, Mercedes
 They way I spit I'm laced with heat so they imitate me
 Flow over interracial beats - Blended Babies
 Living the dream ain't all it seems
 Some turn fiends for the paperback greens
 Truth be told, it's all I know
 I'd rather go blind than lose my soul
 Rather not eat if it means I can't speak
 I don't lose sleep over niggas who's sweet
 See this whole dream was built on cream
 If it ain't about a dollar why you talking to me?
 See oil's still spillin', niggas still chillin' tho
 We in your house like the rock through the window
 Yeah ho, and it's like that for you
 And you thought that I wasn't going to mention this at all
 It's about to blow and everybody's on dope
 Like who hasn't died from a fuckin' overdose
 Well here's a song, get on, methadone
 Take the edge off, slid off, how you love that
 This is how we do it, we writin' them real raps
 I ain't got to worry about gettin' my chain back
 Cuz niggas know I don't need to get mine snatched
 And I hope when they hear this they can feel where I'm at
 Like back in the day buying tapes before sacks
 Macks catch a case in the face, Max pen
 And it happened to some friends
 They intentions were waybetter than their decisions
 I'm not finished
 Call every number on my phone like 'you heard that new song, that came on
 It was wild, that nigga Chuck lost his mind on that line'
 And it rhymed like...
 Twenty-Twelve is here, we all is avatars
 We all be livin' large, we all got pretty broads
 The whole globe is ours, we taking over the earth
 You thought it was bad now, this shit is going to get worse
 Cuz niggas with money too flashy, unruly
 Brain washed by this life, it's like a movie
 Stay the realist to the end, call me young Abbie Hoffman
 Hear about em all the time, we don't see em often
 And he don't fit in with all them cornballs
 It's going down to late to warn ya'll
 This is how real niggas get down, too laid back
 Cause attention is for girls, that's why she's wearing that
 Little rapper, wrap up all that trap rap bullshit
 You can dancer, back up (IGH)
 Damn dear prancers, don't dash for dames
 Don't dip for chips, don't give up your chain
 Let me flash the bang, wait and see if they buck
 Let me see if they miss, if they hit me it's luck
 If they touch me I quit, I'm a rapper's delight
 I'm the rapper to like, a comma after the the
 Got a bad appetite (IGH)
 Fake food that's that shit I dislike (IGH)
 Fake boobs that's that shit I did like (IGH)
 She likes the mixed drinks
 I like the mixed type
 She got an accent
 She loved the mixtape
 Oh you're english?
 You heard of Chuck The Rapper?
 You heard of Chance The Ripper?
 You wanna fuck a rapper?
 Life's funny like that, like that
 Make it then you bring it right back, right back
 The things that people are willing to do when they want to go straight to the top
 Integrity's always important regardless if you ever make it or not
 I seen enough of the suffering, what will we do and amounting to nothing and
 No method for kissing and hugging the babies, they hatin' instead of lovin' them
 And what's up with the government, it never get better
 We forever fight over cheddar, so what does it matter who running it - democrat or republican
 Stay on top of your business, let nobody stop you from living the dream
 Try to be careful about what you do because nothing is as good as it seems
 Out of the dark, steppin up hard into the light
 Whatever's wrong you can do right, Going against everybody in spite
 Lovin' the thoughts they might be having about you not bein' able to come with it on em
 ...until you shitted on em
 Enemies finna face defeat, so they finna hate me
 Came through in the place to be in a Benz, Mercedes
 They way I spit I'm laced with heat so they imitate me
 Flow over interracial beats - Blended Babies