[Intro]
You know, I just had a dream, it's—
It's 5AM in Miami, we in the Doubletree parking lot, it's just—
It's me and my niggas, we just vibin', we just, you know
[Chorus]
Nightmares of demons, fightin' for my last breath
And it's so fucked up, I'm the last real nigga left
And it's more fucked up, ain't got nobody but myself
When I stayed, you niggas left, when I was up, you niggas slumped
And you know how many secrets I done kept? How many people I done helped?
They know I ain't the type to speak about what I did for someone else
Bitch, I want Grammys on the shelf and I ain't stoppin' 'til they there
Five in the mornin' in Miami, me and my niggas, nobody else
[Verse 1]
And I ain't tryna show my dark side, 'cause my dark side somethin' else
And I ain't really with the dissin', 'cause that dissin' shit get you killed
That shit they talk about, I ain't fuckin' with it, I don't listen to it, I can't hear
And if you fuck around with them fuck-arounds, then you fuck around and get flipped
You better not come around on my side of town, it's a hundred round in each clip
I been on weed and irky ills, don't drink no liquor, I don't sip
Sure to get like Steve Urkel, I know her knees hurtin'
I feel like I need her, she feel like she need a Birkin
Lately I been thinkin' ownership, shit, I need my people workin'
But you know we ain't gon' be the street and all of her kids are certain
'Cause all of her kids deserve shit, all of her kids were hurtin'
And that why I go hard and put my heart in each and every verse
Do this shit for the squad, hoppin' in cars, puttin' in legwork
And I was gone on tour for two months straight, bitch, my head hurt
Got home, hopped in my bed, some shit I held in I shoulda said first
Born cursed, you can ask every doctor and every nurse
You know, I just had a dream, it's—
It's 5AM in Miami, we in the Doubletree parking lot, it's just—
It's me and my niggas, we just vibin', we just, you know
[Chorus]
Nightmares of demons, fightin' for my last breath
And it's so fucked up, I'm the last real nigga left
And it's more fucked up, ain't got nobody but myself
When I stayed, you niggas left, when I was up, you niggas slumped
And you know how many secrets I done kept? How many people I done helped?
They know I ain't the type to speak about what I did for someone else
Bitch, I want Grammys on the shelf and I ain't stoppin' 'til they there
Five in the mornin' in Miami, me and my niggas, nobody else
[Verse 1]
And I ain't tryna show my dark side, 'cause my dark side somethin' else
And I ain't really with the dissin', 'cause that dissin' shit get you killed
That shit they talk about, I ain't fuckin' with it, I don't listen to it, I can't hear
And if you fuck around with them fuck-arounds, then you fuck around and get flipped
You better not come around on my side of town, it's a hundred round in each clip
I been on weed and irky ills, don't drink no liquor, I don't sip
Sure to get like Steve Urkel, I know her knees hurtin'
I feel like I need her, she feel like she need a Birkin
Lately I been thinkin' ownership, shit, I need my people workin'
But you know we ain't gon' be the street and all of her kids are certain
'Cause all of her kids deserve shit, all of her kids were hurtin'
And that why I go hard and put my heart in each and every verse
Do this shit for the squad, hoppin' in cars, puttin' in legwork
And I was gone on tour for two months straight, bitch, my head hurt
Got home, hopped in my bed, some shit I held in I shoulda said first
Born cursed, you can ask every doctor and every nurse
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