Nightmares of the Top (feat. Cory Gunz)

Sleeping at the bottom
Nightmares of the top
Cause when you number 1
They all wanna Take ya spot
They be Waitin on a shot
To take everything you got
Not knowing what it took
Just to get what you got
This world gets smaller
As you get bigger
Niggas girls stay calling
But I don't ever pick up
Had to throw away the swishers
Cause the blunts is getting thicker
Like all these bitches asses
Lord forgive me
I be sinning
But that's what comes with winning
I'm just tryina touch some millions
Cop a Tesla with no ceilings
A house by the pavilion
No neighbors for me to deal with
When I'm smoking with my bitches
And a brand new Louis bag
Tell my bitch get out her feelings
People all up in my business
Like they ain't got they own
Gon do you wrong while you present
They gon love you when you gone
They gon doubt you when you need em
Buddy buddy when you don't
Dead weight from the bandwagon
I had to cut the rope
Sleeping at the bottom nightmares of top
Cause everybody tryina be something that they really not
If we burn all this money in the world
Then What we got
wasn't ballin' back then
But I would still shoot my shot
Now I'm ball hoggin the rock
Cause niggas ain't wanna pass
Meanwhile I'm splitting my last
And I was doing bad
But god made it work
It's all part of the plan
Bread make shit thick
As peanut better
So watch out for the jam
And now I'm touching bands
Like ima rock legend
I'm tryina eat
Nigga
I want seconds
I'm humble
But not for testing
Don't fumble
When under pressure
I'm gem
And in her eyes
When she see me
She see pleasure
You could be the most fire
And I still won't sweat ya
I could be the most tired
And bet you still you still can't catch up
I'm the nicest out these parts
But don't take my kindness for weakness
I'm tryina show niggas my genius
And tryina show bitches my

Everyday they pray that I become waste
I grew up unsafe
I keep an extra gun
Uncased
I told her punk face
Its trunk space
And fuck Jake
I dump eights
And jump gates
And dump eighths
For blunt tastes
(I'm gone)
Minus one trace
You'll find me high at some place
They hate but I don't hear y'all from space
I'm on my run pace
Straight bars
Shots, none chased
My lungs take smoke
That smells equivalent to when skunks mate
I just pray
Like one day
And jump straight
(Now)
Shit is about to pick up
Everybody wondering why the fuck don't he hiccup
A lot of niggas hated
I waited and tolerated
No debating
That my day is arriving I gotta tick up
Niggas don't respect the John you gotta wick up
Niggas don't respect the shine you gotta stick up
Niggas better extra grind before they spin up
That's why I'm only pressed for time that I can print up
Gemini they mad at you
Tell em hide their attitude
Before I slide the ladder
Throw it all at
Who ever don't wanna show the right gratitude
With altitude
I don't ask for shit that I couldn't return
Smoke packs of niggas ash em in the urn
I'm passive with the burn
I'm massive with the words
The last thing to concern
Is that niggas will learn