[Verse 1: G.R.A.M.Z.]
Yes sir, I been under pressure
And the way I feel, any day I'm bound to break, pull that pound and gesture
Yes sir, yes sir, your wildest dreams can't measure
To nightmares and the day terrors that's reoccurred since my birth
No sir, what's worse, is my father told me I'm cursed
And all the drama he's caused is only gonna trickle down to my spawn
But wait, it gets worse, I'm the kin of killers and jerks
Kin of dope addicts and alcoholics, shit I been drinking since 12
Night train, 4-0
I was born to thug it, I know
Can't live without it, I'm a livin' product of the struggle, muscle, hustle
My pain, my hope, is to make it outta this hole
And I'm almost reachin' my goal, to leave a little somethin' Malcolm can own
Get grown, get grown
[Chorus: G.R.A.M.Z.]
I don't even sleep inside my bed
Sick of all these dreams inside my head
I don't even sleep inside my bed
Sick of all these dreams inside my head
I don't even sleep inside my bed
Sick of all these dreams inside my head
I don't even sleep inside my bed
Sick of all these dreams inside my head
Go to sleep, wake up, then crack a brew
Think about all the fuck shit I been through
Go to sleep, wake up, then crack a brew
Think about all the fuck shit I been through
Go to sleep, wake up, then crack a brew
Think about all the fuck shit I been through
'Cause the dreams that a nigga be having at night, shit
Not to be fucked with
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Y’all ain't raw , it ain't hard to tell you're stepped on
Zombie try we, in the back of my mind
This kush so good, rewind the time
I'm still on the grind, I'm still selling packs
I don't get shit for this fuckin' rap
So fuck you and your bullshit
I don't got time for your foolishness
I mean shit, I do miss my momma
And my daddy, never had thee
But I’m gladly, and my seed, yes, he loves me
Tired of running from the police
And you fuck ass niggas don't know me
And you ain't even a percent of the old me, old me
So I smoke good, sip this O.E
Beat the pussy good, so she love me
I sold pussy, sold drugs
But ain't never gonna sell my soul, cuz
Look out for the nigga on the corner
With a Glock in his pants, with a sack full of raw
With his back to the wall
Smokin' packs of Newport's
His daddy in a hole, he ain't got no remorse
Yeah
[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
Money be the motive, watch me make this money multiply
Masterin' my flow, makin' murderous music, my god
My momma make sure my hopes is high and I aim for the sky
My mind's a super-computer that never ever haywires
Speaking of hay, I'm the thinnest needle in the middle of it all
I'm like ads, so see, you'll only find me if I'm meant for y'all
God damn it, ain't it amazin'? We done came a long way from slave ships
Even though we still on our whips and chains shit
Will I shine bright 'cause I bear the light, or will I sink in the abyss?
It ain't sinnin' if you winnin', and I'm livin' proof of this
More like dead proof, ya bitch
Done seen a zillion rappers come up and ain't do shit
Maybe 'cause his mainframe was the same as his
Faker than the chest of these porno actresses
Hold up, let me hit this spliff, I'm known for spittin' sick
Rollin' up and talkin' shit, Zombie Gang, Flatbush bitch
You know what it is
[Chorus: G.R.A.M.Z.]
I don't even sleep inside my bed
Sick of all these dreams inside my head
I don't even sleep inside my bed
Sick of all these dreams inside my head
I don't even sleep inside my bed
Sick of all these dreams inside my head
I don't even sleep inside my bed
Sick of all these dreams inside my head
Go to sleep, wake up, then crack a brew
Think about all the fuck shit I been through
Go to sleep, wake up, then crack a brew
Think about all the fuck shit I been through
Go to sleep, wake up, then crack a brew
Think about all the fuck shit I been through
'Cause the dreams that a nigga be having at night, shit
Not to be fucked with
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