Dedrick Little - Bad Dreams

V1
I can feel the reaper breathing on my shoulders,
Deaths around the corner, stupid bitch is getting closer,
I was twisted, cheefing dousha, couldn’t get up, off the sofa,
In my holster, is a toaster, heat it up and it will roast ya,
I keep see these niggas hitting the chauffeur,
Ran up, bust 3 shots, my life is over,
S car go, now the S car go slower,
Leave the opp, choking on blood, the car will slow up,
100 round drum, make sounds, until it blow up,
Bullets hit the center of my dome, glaze donut,
I keep having visions of my body all swole up,
Niggas sheading tears, loading weapons, eyes swole up,
Yeh, I fucked his bitch, took the work, niggas so what,
Niggas bout to nut up, no connection now,
never met plug, now the connect is down.
But my shottas, show me love,
They come & wet you up.
V2
So I went 2 sleep, thinking, that my bitch ain’t shit.
My down as chick, sucking these dicks.
My face, she kiss, I can’t see threw her deception.
Loss of perception, pussy is a weapon.
body is perfection, I drop that bag.
Bought the bitch everything she has.
But she was fucking hommie in that black e class.
Didn’t do the math, When I brake bread, he’d spend half.
I make love from the back, he fucked her in the ass.
I put up stacks for the meal, he brought this bitch crabs.
Young black Stacy dash, front lace, switch fast.
I’m urkel drinking, thinking, did i do that.
But will I wake up, will this bitch turn back.
Will I learn from that, fuck it, I live wit that.
Bitches, pop pills, smoke crack,
Niggas, plot, steal, for racks,
Some kill bill, for stacks,
Cross lines, tell facts, turn backs,
V3
Who that nigga, dat that nigga,
That’s my nigga, hand on trigger,
Will not fear up, will not tear up,
It’s like looking in the mirror
Mirror mirror, show me clearer,
These bullets just ripped my flesh,
Hollows, burning my chest,
This niggas, was playing chest,
The nigga that knows me best,
It’s the nigga that knows me best,
He was coming to bring me death,
Snakes, standing with me in stealth,
He would, come to me for help, I put the nigga on his feet,
6 a quarter bird, I gave him food to eat,
This nigga sneak, threw the streets, to get to where I be,
I mean, he creep, like a freak, to get to where I be,
Indeed, he g’d, like I be, that’s why, he see me,
Infer-red dot, on my acp,
Ima fire first, this nigga will spray me,
Bloods, what I thirst, never shoulda played me,
Ima, lazy baby, raised in the 80’s,
Re-ed up crazy, made slim, turn shady,

Written by:
Dedrick Little

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