Scrilla - Nightmares & Dreams lyrics

rate me

We used to kick it all day just tryina get rich

Hustle off everything, just to buy us some kicks

Then our lifestyle changed, but we stuck to the script

Mama told me slow down cause god gave you a gift

I done bucked through so much pain, so much stress

I done been in so much wrong but still I’m blessed

Who ever thought I’d tget a chance when iw as chasing that check

But everybody in the streets keep saying I’m next

So I reflect on my past and stay grinding for the future

And then I started getting cash more than I was used to

Niggas start hatin but the bitches stay choosin

It’s a win win situation but I’m loosin

Shit, I done slept in the studios, eat noodles everyday cause a nigga broke

Played in the dice game hit the 10 and 4

Now we out in vegas, the whole team in the bellagio

Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, it ain’t nothin

Win it all, now we in dre stuntin

And I remember nights, playing in the bushes

Runnin from the laws cause niggas would live with crickets

We watched each other’s back, we ate off the same feelin

If a nigga had it raw, we ate off the same ...

We ain’t trippin off the hoes, we fuckin the same bitches

Do with my life I had to give, I’d do it the same grip

I’d do it the same kid, I’d do it the same fish

I’d do it the same nose, don’t but truly miss

This slow music got me piss, now let me turn the rollie nigga

Nigga bitch fuck nigga!

Bitch I’m from the a, where all we know we pull up

Pump guard on the team, I stay with ...shoot us

Niggas playing d, but we going to the bank

If a nigga try to foul me, I’ma ball him in the face

Niggas fucking up that paint, then he bond to be a case

I ain’t talking bout these strippers when we got in doa

Got it body with no weapon, all the pistols throw away

Nigga finess you for the check and put that carol in your tray

Nigga hustle for the cash just to throw it on the hoe

Monday night, magic city, make em get it off the floor

Plus I got this 40 on me, they ain’t check me at the door

And my niggas on his ass and he be walking kinda slow

I’m from that ben hale, that van hall, that compton,

It’s me, you take that 1.60 that duck 60...

Niggas talk shit but won’t do none

Niggas get ... scary niggas won’t kill none

I get my nigga kurt, when I pull up with them young niggas

Get murked and leave they faces on the shirt

You just a memory, so when you tossin in your grave

Just remember me, I’m screamin frank fam warrup

Double f what up, don’t put that bullshit in my blood

Don’t put that flex shit in my cup, I’m gone.