nightmares on essex

Lyrics

kill a street nigga get a dime, kill a rap nigga get a dub, i heard you kodak, uh, they be like herb you got ptsd?, or why? how?, post traumatic stress disorder nigga, told him you gone live, but he ain't live my nigga died, thinking bout it now the last time i really cried, shut em tight now i see red when i open my eyes, that's the only time i told my nigga a lie remember he had that bitch on fire and it want even hot, i'm surprised we won that gun fight it want even a glock, i was right there in his face and i ain't even get shot, watch my comments cause the fans gone say i got him got, 16 i'm young as hell we going on the opps, best watch lil bro cause he don't talk too much that nigga plottin, please don't let maneski influence him that nigga rottin, we put in work for kobe and roc so they don't feel forgotten, 6am i had pen jotting cmoney call me like pop out we on it again andale, i know the opps like damn thats them again they coming again it's ugly, mik had a stu booked for me but i'm on the block with my killas cause that's where i wanna be, went on my first hit but i ain't make it a body cause i seen a lady in front of me, i had a dream that i saw a nigga kill roc with a gun in my hand he was under me, i was naive chilling thinking i ain't have to go get it thought i could just wait till it come to me, i went and got it now i got a lot nigga everybody know i got dough go wherever i wanna be, thousand mile races through my head now i can't sleep, let me just relax the devil playing with me, angel's talking i just can't hear what they saying to me, suffering from anxiety i'm fighting insanity, in them streets i saw them fiends more than my family, i been seeing so much blood i need a xan to sleep, i can't even get no sleep unless you laying with me, and i got faith i'm gone get home i know you praying for me, i don't wanna lean no more now i can't even sleep, sweating out for weeks if i ain't smoke weed i can't eat, i was drinking syrup before i heard of sound cloud, when lil black was in his prime you niggas wasn't around, fore the instagram had my city going down, back if you ain't know a junky you wasn't a four a round, i was tryna ease my mind stop it from going round, i seen buddy laid down holes in his crown, all you niggas wanna be kings but doing peasant shit, how the fuck he want comission he ain't even selling shit, niggas still out in these streets like they ain't telling shit, ain't a hustler he can't eat unless he nailing shit, if you want smoke i love pressure i'm inhaling it, cracking whateva i got my pipe i'll do life nigga try us it's whateva, i ride dolo cause i found out niggas wasn't solid i thought you was riding forever?, 90 percent of these niggas is bitches they find they self snitching trying to lie to detectors, thousand mile races through my head now i can't sleep, let me just relax the devil playing with me, angel's talking i just can't hear what they saying to me, suffering from anxiety i'm fighting insanity, in them streets i saw them fiends more than my family, i been seeing so much blood i need a xan to sleep, i can't even get no sleep unless you laying with me, and i got faith i'm gone get home i know you praying for me