Reall Rapp - D-BOY NIGHTMARE

True story
I'm a narrator
Dancing with the pack under the pale moonlight
And the bar just closed, the little bitch is bout to fight

Somebody get shot like every single night
And the dime get fucked cause every bitch got a price
Trapping on the block with a fiend looking out
And I'm feeding him coke so his senses on cloud

My little brother lost hope when the connect ran out
Told me dying in the streets is the only way out
So dark in my hood, don't see no sunshine
Next to a cannon and it ain't no drumline

Only two words, niggas fear it was fad time
34 to burn and a coke plus nine
A white head naked is a I got dust sign
Yeah he got dippers right next to the school sign

Niggas so confused, hair dyed, G's skinny
I'm efficient with the tool, make his body do a semi
Guns yeah, they got plenty
He can't walk with his kids cause he got enemies

Somebody gotta die, it ain't no remedy
You snitch on your man then death is a penalty
Born in the hood, I'ma spend my life dead
Crack kids dancing, smoking the pipe dead

Trash in the streets, gunshots in the night dead
You never gonna leave, it's a D-boy nightmare
It's no justice for the peace
And it's needles in the streets, fuck the crooked police

Murder yeah, death is an option
I'm passing off the rock like my name is John Stock
Little Trey get bitches cause he got rocks
And his dad not around cause he got shot

Moms gone for five years cause she got knocked
Then Trey took over, now he got blocks
He invested in the streets, yeah he got stocks
Everybody use plastic, but he got tops

Do all his work yourself, never trust no nigga
Cut the whole city out, get it from across the river
Niggas hating on him cause his jars is bigger
Bitches on his dick now and they massage his picture

Young kids idolize him, say his words like scripture
Every week at the bar, he supplying the liquor
Take a look at his wrists and the metal just flicker
Niggas tried to kill him, but he got richer

Nick sent it, like his name was Richard
Coke in the city, for market to whistle
Born in the hood, I'ma spend my life dead
Crack kids dancing, smoking the pipe dead

Trash in the streets, gunshots in the night
You never gon' leave, it's a D-Boy nightmare
It's no justice for the peace
And it's needles in the streets, fuck the crooked police

Murder, yeah, death is an option
I'm passing off the rock like my name is John Scott
Born in the hood, I'ma spend my life dead
Crack kids dancing, smoking the pipe dead

Trash in the streets, gunshots in the night
You never gon' leave, it's a D-Boy nightmare
It's no justice for the peace
And it's needles in the streets, fuck the crooked police

Murder, yeah, death is an option
I'm passing off the rock like my name is John Scott
Gunshots in the night, yeah
It's a D-Boy nightmare

It's no justice for the peace
And it's needles in the streets, fuck the crooked police
Murder, yeah, death is an option
I'm passing off the rock like my name is John Scott

Written by:
RASHEEN HILL

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