Papoose - Dreams & Nightmare (Freestyle) lyrics

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I used to pray for times like this to shine like gliss

So I had to hide my fifth beside my dick

Niggas brag about their bid like the world is sweet

Fuck the penitentiary, I did life in the street

Seen the summers get cold, just me and my crew

Ask who keep it official, they gonna say Papoose

Caught my first gun charge with a chrome trey-deuce

cause them niggas around the corner like to shoot off the roof

I had enemies, friendemies, make 'em memories like Genovese

Snake squirming like a centipede

I load the cartridge, wolf hearted and so is my crew

If you ain’t feeding the wolves, the wolves gonna eat you

These lames making me nauseous, man, I think they retarded

They think beef is sausage, start it then wanna squash it

I load rocket and launch it, Smith&Wessons and Larsens

Anything if it's drama, he tried to play me, I shot him

I did it with a mix tape, shorty, I did songs with everybody

Teflon don, John Gotti, banging since the cops had .38s and long shotties

When I didn’t have a hammer you thought it was sweet

Then I got the pocket rocket hater, rest in peace

Cancel a nigga, like Nino if he talk a lot

Throw my alcohol in his face just like a barbershop

You ain’t talking about that Thuga, then what you yapping for?

Real gangster squeeze first and you don’t clap it off

Lay you on the curb, nigga yous a bird

I’m focused right now, no disturb, fuck nigga

Hold up, wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished?

Man, I do this shit for real and all they do is gimmicks

All these haters talking slick ‘cause they stay on my dizzick

Burn you with this burner so bad you gonna need a clinic

I’m the type of cat who walk around with that Mac 11 in my coat

They selling the weed and they selling the crack and they selling the coke and that dope

I layed in the cut and watched them get money, I didn’t think I won’t

I just get messed up and run down no lanes, that’s all she wrote

‘Cause my daughter needs some school clothes and my cousin need an appeal

From down the hill we like Groundsville, we never ran and never will

Boy, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around and be stupid

them Brooklyn niggas i grew up with me, they pull it out, they use it

Yo, I came like a beast, to the industry

That’s why I get harassed by that hip hop police

Stomp niggas out gave 'em injuries why you think they all tryina black ball me?

Now I calm down and just take cake with that straight face, no smiling

Don’t gotta like me but still respect me, that Pap nigga got talent

Them inmates on that island hear my shit and start wildin

‘Cause I spit that Law Library teach them niggas street knowledge

If I ain't strapped, so what? Say something, get cut

If I don’t give you a buck fifty then I guarantee you a buck

If you diss me on your song and get away with it, you tough

When you touch down in New York send them goons to pop your head off

Catch me acting Barclay at that Net game on Wood, Gucci shoes on my feet, got them under pressure like Sug

Man, I show up on your block about 8 o’clock

Early in the morning and I come collecting guap

And I’m the king of my city ‘cause I took it straight to the top

When they said New York was dead I’m the one who made it hot

I’m that same nigga from bangbridge with that peasy head head and that bop

Took a million dollars my first deal, why you niggas signing on Koch

These niggas schemin' on me?,claim they leaning on me?

I'd rather die on my feet any day way before I live on my knee

They gonna remember me, I said remember me

Ain’t a nigga breathing doing better lyrically

Kill my homie, we ain’t pouring out no Hennessey

man, I'm pouring out the blood on my enemy

Hold up, lock down the whole strip

Thuga Thuga my click, If i die today them same haters gon' still quote my shit

It was something about that summer jam when I first stepped on that stage

Had me feeling like a lion when they first opened this cage

I’m gone

Thanks to Creeper for correcting these lyrics