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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 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 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 SongtexteAnd 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 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 And we been goin' for about a week, shit, we ain't sleepin', we just gettin' it Ayy, grab that ho, I know she freaky, told her eat, bro, you know she eat it Oh, you gon' make me wait for it? Bitch, why you lyin'? I know you eat Oh, you want me to pay for it? You out your mind, go, get to leavin' Finally on the block with some demons and dope fiends, they all fiendin' Just don't tell nobody if you see me And I don't know what's up, don't wake me up, feel like I'm dreamin' Told her I'll never leave, say a lot of shit I don't be meanin' But you know after the rain go, then there go the rainbow I just rolled me a fat one and let all the pain go All my niggas bad one, this shit ain't the same, though How the hell are you havin' fun without havin' the pain show? You know they only love you when it's beneficial They only wanna see you livin' when they livin' with you They might go and report your page you crop 'em out the picture Think about my angels every day, it's hard not to miss 'em 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 Aus Songtexte Mania