Fell asleep in a freshman class, woke up on a tour busSomehow, someway, all my test questions passedAnd I didn't even take shortcutsMan, life is but a dream, "is this shit real"So trill, yeah I'm rollin' at night, I can't sit stillFive mixtapes can't change up my social statusAnd my balance, but a Top 40 hit willShit, I know they see me, don't question themDreams of being on TV, no RequiemI just want to live this dream, will it be what I imaginedBut nothing tops making a living off your passionSo either way I'm chasing after something I ain't never hadWoke up today feeling hungry as I ever haveAnd I don't usually ever bragBut these dreams aren't far anymore, you can tell them thatThese plastic dreamsOf TV screens, and radiosPretending everything is what it seemsThese plastic dreamsAre all I knowWould someone wake me up from all these plastic dreamsI never love bitches, I love money and my cityLove my whole team, bout to bring them all with meI'm headed to the top of this, I'm taking bout the tippyHittin' parties with a couple A-list, gettin' trippyFeeling myself and I ain't even did shit yetDrop is bout to feed me out paper like an inkjetWhen I see these girls in the crowds sing my words all loudI be tryin' see how many I can get wetSnatch them like a fishnet, game so viscousMe and Skizzy Mars and like 38 bitchesIt's all I could do so, I'mma bag two, yoAs long as I don't ever smash 'em raw, no JunoListen, I just made my own lane and these rappers went piranha on meBittin' off everything, my style and my personaHomie, I just keep dreaming of the day I bang RihannaThey say "I'm a dreamer", I say "wait until mañana"These plastic dreamsOf TV screens, and radiosPretending everything is what it seemsThese plastic dreamsAre all I knowWould someone wake me up from all these plastic dreams