Secret Nightmares

[Intro] Im loyal to everybody, you know what I'm sayin, my brothers, my family, the streets Only thing, the streets ain’t loyal to me (Yeah) [Verse 1] When I pray, head on the rug I know murderers sell drugs I know hoes who sell pussy, but me I'll never judge I'm at top golf with a slut Lamborghini kit on the truck I went high speed by Lenox, either that or leave the gun All my day ones make bond You get money, it make it fun I get mad at all my hoes, I hit the stu and make a song I’m Smurk bitch im the one Ask your nigga where he from Left my gun outside the mosque, I gotta take that up with God ATL like I'm Rashad Two years in, I beat my charge Made it out, I thank Allah Why Pluto get in that car Ain't no Wok, I'm drinking par Niggas mad I made it far Nigga tried to reach for my chain, ima up my shit and fa Threat behind you, you can't fall He like Percocets with the ‘nyl Free Nine, Brodie gon call I'll never say we involved Let the D.A do they job Rice street I did whatever, I'll never do that in Cobb (county, uh) [Chorus] I'm sipping lean like I got fevers I was taking all these drugs, I’m fighting demons I regret giving them bum hoes my semen Don’t turn your back on your day ones bro I seen it Told the last bitch I loved her but I ain't mean it She asked me can she snort some coke off my penis New Bottega boots just fucked up my achilles Ain’t no paperwork he snitching off agreements [Verse 2] I could turn a good bitch a whore for that money Had to go to court I took a huffy from a junkie How you bitches mad I put my daughter in Gucci onesies I just brought a pint of red from Asa and Yani When you get the money, don't blow it, control it PO coming over, I flush shit in the toilet I turn on that skilla inside that Trackhawk, it's gorgeous Wanted to buy her purses back in the day, I couldn't afford it Doodie waving around a hundred cash when I’m recording Sold out dates back to back in United center, I'm Jordan Bulletproof brabus, I had to take that shit off forgis You can trick the blog but you better get back on them porches Run first, gun in the car you better run for it Counted a million cash, it was mind blowing I don't know ‘bout his gun, I know mine blowing I bet the guys know it (brrrah) It's a good side and a bad side, I'm with the bad side I had fell out with them drugs, Wuk was by my bed side We don't stop at red lights Don't make me say it twice (Yeah) Shoot him, shoot (One, two) I count it up, I count it up Like where the love, where the love They not with us, they not with us They not with us, they not with us [Outro] I'm sipping lean like I got fevers I was taking all these drugs, I'm fighting demons I regret giving them bum hoes my semen Don't turn your back on your day ones bro I seen it Told the last bitch I loved her but I ain't mean it New Bottega boots just fucked up my achilles