Nightmares Of The Top (feat. Cory Gunz)

Sleeping at the bottom Nightmares of the top Cause when you number 1 They all wanna Take ya spot They be Waitin on a shot To take everything you got Not knowing what it took Just to get what you got This world gets smaller As you get bigger Niggas girls stay calling But I don't ever pick up Had to throw away the swishers Cause the blunts is getting thicker Like all these bitches asses Lord forgive me I be sinning But that's what comes with winning I'm just tryina touch some millions Cop a Tesla with no ceilings A house by the pavilion No neighbors for me to deal with When I'm smoking with my bitches And a brand new Louis bag Tell my bitch get out her feelings People all up in my business Like they ain't got they own Gon do you wrong while you present They gon love you when you gone They gon doubt you when you need em Buddy buddy when you don't Dead weight from the bandwagon I had to cut the rope Sleeping at the bottom nightmares of top Cause everybody tryina be something that they really not If we burn all this money in the world Then What we got wasn't ballin' back then But I would still shoot my shot Now I'm ball hoggin the rock Cause niggas ain't wanna pass Meanwhile I'm splitting my last And I was doing bad But god made it work It's all part of the plan Bread make shit thick As peanut better So watch out for the jam And now I'm touching bands Like ima rock legend I'm tryina eat Nigga I want seconds I'm humble But not for testing Don't fumble When under pressure I'm gem And in her eyes When she see me She see pleasure You could be the most fire And I still won't sweat ya I could be the most tired And bet you still you still can't catch up I'm the nicest out these parts But don't take my kindness for weakness I'm tryina show niggas my genius And tryina show bitches my Everyday they pray that I become waste I grew up unsafe I keep an extra gun Uncased I told her punk face Its trunk space And f*ck Jake I dump eights And jump gates And dump eighths For blunt tastes (I'm gone) Minus one trace You'll find me high at some place They hate but I don't hear y'all from space I'm on my run pace Straight bars Shots, none chased My lungs take smoke That smells equivalent to when skunks mate I just pray Like one day And jump straight (Now) Shit is about to pick up Everybody wondering why the f*ck don't he hiccup A lot of niggas hated I waited and tolerated No debating That my day is arriving I gotta tick up Niggas don't respect the John you gotta wick up Niggas don't respect the shine you gotta stick up Niggas better extra grind before they spin up That's why I'm only pressed for time that I can print up Gemini they mad at you Tell em hide their attitude Before I slide the ladder Throw it all at Who ever don't wanna show the right gratitude With altitude I don't ask for shit that I couldn't return Smoke packs of niggas ash em in the urn I'm passive with the burn I'm massive with the words The last thing to concern Is that niggas will learn