The Nightmare
A lot emotions at once, it's a lot of mood swings
Cus nowadays I swear my only passion is rapping
Used to let opinions keep me from doing things
Cus my biggest fear was failure I ain't want that to happen
Thinking bout how many people tryna make it out
Or what a waste of energy, money, and time if I didn't
Or what if all my niggas ain't really fucking wit it?
Or maybe they gassing it, am I buggin am I trippin?
Ion wanna look back and start having regrets
Dont care how far it looks, how unrealistic it gets
No competitions, throwaways is better than they best
Take the ink from my heart I put my pain in the pen
No one's opinion can change my thoughts, starting to realize
I'm the only one that's at fault, starting to realize
It wasn't recognition I want, starting to realize
Locked in wit my niggas 4L those my real ties
I gotta take care of my mental
No therapy I'd rather pour out on instrumentals
I want a mill by 25 not pulling up in a rental
I'm tryna set the bar, I'm tryna be most influential
Heart getting colder Moncler I'm zipping it up
Know I gotta light up when I'm sippin my cup
I be holding shit down they be knowing wassup
Cus if my nigga fall then you know I'm picking him up
Tell me how I'm sposed to feel
The world hold me down, I raise it up and I hold it still
Talk rough cus I'd die for it, honestly will
Rap is life, only plan B I got is the pill
A young thug I'm just living how I wanna be
Then they call you slime then they slither how it's Gunna be
Studio in front of me, hour was a hundred piece
They gon tell me quit, it's legit that i wanna leave
(And I'm)
Crying tryna think about the path is like the go to
Sorry I'm not talking I know often I was social
Tell me I won't make I can't take it I'm too hopeful
Sensitive I told you, but thanks for being vocal
Thinking while I'm sipping am I trippin if I ghost you
Anxious in my mind, I decline and I go through
Visions that I dream
Obviously I could just hold through
But im losing grip, falling deep
Calling me old news
(Wait)
Saw I caught you at a bad time smack...
I heard that shit you did with Charisma the other day bro
Not gonna lie fam, that might be the one
I been seeing y'all niggas
I been seeing y'all niggas, elevate for a fucking minute bro
You need to keep grinding...
For awhile now too
Keep doing what y'all doing bro
Them late nights in the stu
Y'all just staying up writing music bro
That shit gon pay off
Had to kick it into gear
Grinding every year
I just had to wipe my tears with my bros dem'
Took a L look in the mirror
Asking who's in here
Man the doubts can't interfere
I control them
Cus that's just how it goes
Working with my niggas I ain't ever letting go
They be tryna take a nigga spirit and his soul
Cus the devil got a hold
We ain't ever gon fold no more
Had a lot of people tell me they believe in me, but they don't believe
They just tryna play it safe just in case I do
They no face no case in case I do
She fell in love with my potential
Please don't spill your cup on my essentials
They show up when I'm winning coincidental
Can't show weakness I keep that shit confidential
Pardon I don't mean to intercept, let me interject
I don't want my grandma in the 'jects
We cant die there
Niggas steady pissing on the steps, mice on right and left
Living off the unemployment checks
It's a nightmare
Back when we was rapping bout pateks, wishing for baguettes
Noticed that it wasn't on my neck
This is my fear
Andy with it tryna get respect, toying with my buzz
I just wanna take off in a jet in a light year
Thought you was an angel but looks are deceiving
Sorry I been distant I was working on my demons
Thinking bout all my plans staring up at the ceiling
Grinding everyday I couldn't text you on the weekends
I felt that shit heavy with you I was grieving
Tbh with you never cared bout who was leaving
Had to keep believing when you said I wouldn't be shit
It's my tunnel vision couldn't hear and couldn't see Shit
Had to kick it into gear
Grinding every year
I just had to wipe my tears with my bros dem'
Took a L look in the mirror
Asking who's in here
Man the doubts can't interfere
I control them
Cus that's just how it goes
Working with my niggas I ain't ever letting go
They be tryna take a nigga spirit and his soul
Cus the devil got a hold
We ain't ever gon fold no more
Cus nowadays I swear my only passion is rapping
Used to let opinions keep me from doing things
Cus my biggest fear was failure I ain't want that to happen
Thinking bout how many people tryna make it out
Or what a waste of energy, money, and time if I didn't
Or what if all my niggas ain't really fucking wit it?
Or maybe they gassing it, am I buggin am I trippin?
Ion wanna look back and start having regrets
Dont care how far it looks, how unrealistic it gets
No competitions, throwaways is better than they best
Take the ink from my heart I put my pain in the pen
No one's opinion can change my thoughts, starting to realize
I'm the only one that's at fault, starting to realize
It wasn't recognition I want, starting to realize
Locked in wit my niggas 4L those my real ties
I gotta take care of my mental
No therapy I'd rather pour out on instrumentals
I want a mill by 25 not pulling up in a rental
I'm tryna set the bar, I'm tryna be most influential
Heart getting colder Moncler I'm zipping it up
Know I gotta light up when I'm sippin my cup
I be holding shit down they be knowing wassup
Cus if my nigga fall then you know I'm picking him up
Tell me how I'm sposed to feel
The world hold me down, I raise it up and I hold it still
Talk rough cus I'd die for it, honestly will
Rap is life, only plan B I got is the pill
A young thug I'm just living how I wanna be
Then they call you slime then they slither how it's Gunna be
Studio in front of me, hour was a hundred piece
They gon tell me quit, it's legit that i wanna leave
(And I'm)
Crying tryna think about the path is like the go to
Sorry I'm not talking I know often I was social
Tell me I won't make I can't take it I'm too hopeful
Sensitive I told you, but thanks for being vocal
Thinking while I'm sipping am I trippin if I ghost you
Anxious in my mind, I decline and I go through
Visions that I dream
Obviously I could just hold through
But im losing grip, falling deep
Calling me old news
(Wait)
Saw I caught you at a bad time smack...
I heard that shit you did with Charisma the other day bro
Not gonna lie fam, that might be the one
I been seeing y'all niggas
I been seeing y'all niggas, elevate for a fucking minute bro
You need to keep grinding...
For awhile now too
Keep doing what y'all doing bro
Them late nights in the stu
Y'all just staying up writing music bro
That shit gon pay off
Had to kick it into gear
Grinding every year
I just had to wipe my tears with my bros dem'
Took a L look in the mirror
Asking who's in here
Man the doubts can't interfere
I control them
Cus that's just how it goes
Working with my niggas I ain't ever letting go
They be tryna take a nigga spirit and his soul
Cus the devil got a hold
We ain't ever gon fold no more
Had a lot of people tell me they believe in me, but they don't believe
They just tryna play it safe just in case I do
They no face no case in case I do
She fell in love with my potential
Please don't spill your cup on my essentials
They show up when I'm winning coincidental
Can't show weakness I keep that shit confidential
Pardon I don't mean to intercept, let me interject
I don't want my grandma in the 'jects
We cant die there
Niggas steady pissing on the steps, mice on right and left
Living off the unemployment checks
It's a nightmare
Back when we was rapping bout pateks, wishing for baguettes
Noticed that it wasn't on my neck
This is my fear
Andy with it tryna get respect, toying with my buzz
I just wanna take off in a jet in a light year
Thought you was an angel but looks are deceiving
Sorry I been distant I was working on my demons
Thinking bout all my plans staring up at the ceiling
Grinding everyday I couldn't text you on the weekends
I felt that shit heavy with you I was grieving
Tbh with you never cared bout who was leaving
Had to keep believing when you said I wouldn't be shit
It's my tunnel vision couldn't hear and couldn't see Shit
Had to kick it into gear
Grinding every year
I just had to wipe my tears with my bros dem'
Took a L look in the mirror
Asking who's in here
Man the doubts can't interfere
I control them
Cus that's just how it goes
Working with my niggas I ain't ever letting go
They be tryna take a nigga spirit and his soul
Cus the devil got a hold
We ain't ever gon fold no more
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Writer(s): Chris Whyte
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