Kryptik - Nightmares

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Posted with demons, we exclusive, you can't make the league
Playin' with polymer, baby chops, and dual-colored beams
Fuck them mids, brother flippin some exotic trees
Designer cleats drippin' red, I love the- Brother a soul snatcher
Headhuntin, tweakin' off a perk
let him catch a - Somebody's face gettin' left in the dirt
They ain't no killers they just lie like they puttin' in work
I've been waitin', not a soul has torn up my turf

Avoidin us at all costs, he see me in his
nightmares
Wakin' up shiverin', do I really got you that scared
Slid through the -, and he damn near had a heart attack
Chased him down, runnin' from the -, but I was too fast

The creek hot, turned up the block, and it's all my fault
Go ahead and diss me on the gram, ain't the the type for the talk
Thought he was invincible, I swung and broke apart his jaw
To the necklace steppin', crackin' skulls like I play with saws
Net beefin', pump fakin', and lyin' on skits
Loose lips sink ships, don't you ever snitch
Sayin he gon' kill me? but I know that it's just for the bitch
Slap a fully on a- and flip that-

They wanna do me bad? I promise I'm gon' do em worse,
Fuck around and lose his face, My youngins really purge

If you face me then you better aim for heads
If you don't leave me dead, fuck it, I'm comin' to collect

He tried to - and I turned a stepper into a victim
Spin the load, double back, and I pop out trippin
A little far? It ain't shit, I got aim from a distance
Metal kickin', tap the trigger till my finger twitchin

Mask on my face, pissin' gunpowder off of my hands
I ain't break a sweat, I know everything goin' as planned
Smile when a sukka die, Jay really hella sleaze
Dead people in the air, make it hard for me to breathe
Caution tape around the scene, this typa shit get real tragic
Casualties and war tactics, if get a play won't pass it
Paranoid without a pole, I can't let em catch me lackin
I ain't just a rapper, walk up weird and somethin' bad gon happen

I'm seein' snakes when I walk in the grass
She told me to slow down, but trust me, I ain't gonna crash
Movin' real fast down this road, and I don't plan to stop
I talk with the devil, grandma tellin' me to turn to God
It's an addiction that I got that make me act this way
Spinnin or plays, either way, I just wanna be paid
I ain't confessin', I'm takin' it all to the grave

My brother turned into a rat, I watched a man become a bitch
How you gon' play with the sticks but the papers say you stitched
The snake shed its skin, I can't believe what I see
It's no excuse for a statement, I gotta make my brother bleed

It's no excuse for a statement, I gotta make my brother bleed

It's no excuse for a statement, I gotta -

Posted with demons, we exclusive, you can't make the league
Playin' with polymer, baby chops, and dual colored beams
Fuck them mids, brother flippin some exotic trees
Designer cleats drippin' red I love the-

Avoidin' us at all costs, he see me in his nightmares
Wakin' up shiverin', do I really got you that scared
Slid through the-, and he damn near had a heart attack
Chased him down, runnin' from the - , but I was too fast

I was too fast

Chased him down, runnin' from the, but I was too fast

Written by:
Jay Evans

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