Dreams And Nightmares

[Intro] Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah That noise in the background, that's my skateboard That nigga Mack crazy [Verse] Yeah, uh.. I put my shooters on they feet I just give em yo address then go to sleep The money turn my niggas into monsters The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord The money turn my face into a stocking Don't make me turn your baby to a hostage, boy Don't make me turn the kid to a foster My woman turn my dick into a Mazda, Lord Body parts in the duffel The bullets turn your body to a puzzle The money turn my bitch into a monster She know how to get a check and turn a 0 to a comma, Lord The money turn my niggas into killas The sugar turnt the cocaine to Vanilla The money turnt the bitches into hoes The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord I put my shooters on they feet Give em yo address then I go out to eat Had that Snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze She from the hood but look like she from overseas I say, "girl you know I love you and I care for ya I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya" She say, "fuck these other niggas, they ain't half a ya Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious" I got a stay-at-home-gun and a travel-gun Boy, we can sell white -- in Africa It's like, I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit And now I'm droolin on my chain What happened to Wayne? I'm like, hold up, wait a second Y'all thought I was second? Hating on a champ, throwing salt and not confetti We pull up and we shoot Then we park the car and edit Watch me pull up with no roof That's cause I walk the dog and pet it I'm like hold up wait a minute Y'all thought I was finished? Shoot you in your head, then just walk off like I didn't Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta bidness Doing numbers in this bitch, I'm like a smart phone with the digits Bitch! Ridin round With the volume down With the windows up and the choppers down -- Soon as we get to yo block It's the motherfuckin other-way-around My bitch say I'm too wild She don't even know why she stay around I get home and I dick her down Now she talkin bout exchangin vows If these bullets was paintballs I could fuck around and I could paint a house You could tell I'm pimpin The way I hit the blunt with my pinky out I bring Wine to Amy House We smoke it out and we drank it out And talk about These pussy niggas that ain't about What Wayne about I'm hangin out A Mulsanne Without a brain It's outta its mind I pull over, I push a button, it change like Optimus Prime Speaking of change It's a shame How these lames Droppin them dimes We aim at your grape Knock it off, now you just Vines Blood Gang, red rain on these niggas, hot if you dry My gang top of the line, hollerin "Squad take it outside!" I'm a tax payer I'm a axe player Gettin in through the back wayer Red devil to the blue collared Un-enveloped black mail Fed up with the Fed shit and Fed-ex lost my package My white girls say "Yeah, nigga", my white homies act blackish Ain't tall enough for the NBA I ain't big enough for the NFL Should've been in NWA: Fuck the police, Five-0 and Twelve One time for your mind bitch Never say nevermind bitch You a penny short of a dime bitch No nonsense Had a nine since I was nine bitch Yeah Born to murder Bank account on fat, bustin out the girdle Tell 'em boys ain't nothin sweet It's sauerkraut, ya heard me? They find ya body in New Orleans on Mardi Gras on Bourbon Like Oh Lord Humphrey Bogart It's a bird, it's a plane; it's a crowbar For the most part I'm the southern coast guard AK-47 spittin flame like a blow torch Sorry 4 The Wait