Young Zee - Nightmares Lyrics

When its night time I can never sleep
I ain't been home in a f*cking week
In the jail cell smoking Cali Weed
Lil nigga you ain't in the streets
100 racks on me nigga you is cheap
When we moving on niggas its a 100 beans
When im serving on the block a 100 fiends
You keep saying you goated boy you a sheep
Bitch you try to run up you will get deceased
Dont be talking bout bricks bitch I get them cheap
Im sipping syrup like im sipping tea
No vacation he take medication
Thats the only time he be feeling free
You ain't gangster you a wannabe
Pull up to his mamma house make a scene
You dont know what we did in the streets
Whip Whip whip that bitch in the kitchen
Everyday on the block is a mission
When im popping these pills I be trippin'
The back of my shoulder keep itchin'
I run him down cuz' im in perfect condition
Thinking this a game you gone' end up missin'
These niggas thinkin' this a competition
Free Zee Zee he locked up in prison
Its funny how these niggas singin´
Mamma told me never trust these bitches
I be thinking about the money while im sippin´
I knew I was special back when I was 7
I know what you thinking but I ain't Eleven
The Smith Wesson on me send you to heaven
I used to sleep on the couch in the trap
40 on me nigga you can get clapped
Mamma told me nigga dont do bad
But still I run up in the house with the mask
She say Young Zee can you blow my back
She touching me told her look out for the strap
Baby you look like a snack
But my heart is frozen so I can't get attached
Open up she let me deep in the cat
They like Young Zee come and jump on a track
But I make my money selling ***** and *****
Why you keep talking on the phone its tapped
These niggas be hating I know thats a fact
They say they support me I know thats a act
I spot him I Got him I gotta attack
Im pouring up mixing up lean with the act
Whip Whip whip that bitch in the kitchen
Everyday on the block is a mission
When im popping these pills I be trippin'
The back of my shoulder keep itchin'
I run him down cuz' im in perfect condition
Thinking this a game you gone' end up missin'
These niggas thinkin' this a competition
Free Zee Zee he locked up in prison
Its funny how these niggas singin´
Mamma told me never trust these bitches
I be thinking about the money while im sippin´
I knew I was special back when I was 7
I know what you thinking but I ain't Eleven
The Smith Wesson on me send you to heaven