Nightmarez

Hmm Ye ye ye Demons on da run, ain't tryna run Ridin round where I'm from better keep your Uh uh uh Ye uh Survival of da fittest where I'm from, they say is not fair Crodie crying out in pain for niggaz not here Gut feelin, I reminisce on all da blood shed Like how they put him in da er for sum nike airs Money do bring problems, this fendi monster cost a nightmare I'm from da west you perk your glizzy in a moncler Cold city, you could get flipped of the wrong stare So pz and qz and a and r's we got'em all here Fell in on accident, swimming with piranhas And if life is a botch, I bet her first name was karma Rockin gucci prints, I got snakes on ma colour Robert bordens stay with me, pockets full of commas And she think I'm handsome, I'm her favorite rapper Ion put ma trust in these bitches, excuse ma manners I dun' drop da top of ceiling to pick ma mans up I dun' mix givenchy with miris because I can now Dont hit me up f*ck out ma face, could give a f*ck how you feel When I was down bad on ma own lonez who gave a f*ck how I feel I'm fighting demons in da v and they grabbing they wheel Been through some shit that left me scarred, and ion know how to heal Yk geekin off a drill, I had to tell him to chill I'm like cro shoot for da stars, but he went shooting to kill Got his son just like ma son coz that's my brother foreal We from da mud no helping hand I still got dirt on da bills I beg your pardon ma nigga I'm disrespectful take percussion before approaching a nigga You can't tell me bout no pain I felt a lot of it nigga Hunnid days hunnid trials in da trenches with niggaz You had ma word I followed through and kept it solid ma nigga And most these niggaz just some actors, they some wanna be niggaz Red interiors just to hide how much I'm bleeding ma nigga And this titanic ain't gon' sink I'll keep your secret ma nigga Just keep a lid on all your words, don't sink da ship on a nigga Fell in on accident, swimming with Piranhas And if life is a bitch, I bet her first name was karma Rockin gucci prints, I got snakes on ma colour Robert bordens stay with me, pockets full of commas And she think I'm handsome, I'm her favorite rapper Ion put ma trust in these bitches, excuse ma manners I dun' drop da top of ceiling to pick ma mans up I dun' mix givenchy with miris because I can now Yeee