Woke Up Dead

(álbum: Have A Nice Life - 2015)

[Verse 1:]
Last night I had a dream that I woke up dead
A motherfucker put some money on my head
Cold sweat, wide awake in my bed
I guess I shoulda took my meds
I'm so sedated, self medicated
Hoping that the threats on my life are never predicated
If this is the price of fame, I should've hesitated
I don't wanna die in the streets, I'm too educated
Type of shit you need a vest for
Type of shit that can't be fixed with high test scores
Getting pressed more, as the fame builds
But my shrink keep prescribing me the same pills
Can't kill a motherfucker just for looking at me
Even though I know his ass is plotting when he looking at me
Statute of limitations on a murder is
Non-existent. If I hit him, I'll be serving years

[Hook x2:]
This morning I woke up dead
Comatose, two shots to the head
Finally got me, that's what they said
This morning I woke up dead

[Verse 2:]
For years I've been having dreams that I get shot
Then them niggas go running up the block
Me and Terry just chilling at the spot
They pull up in the cutlass, start busting, then I drop
Start running, I collapse on the corner
Neighbors start yelling, somebody call the coroner
Standing over me, blood on my denim
Kinda like Omar did Snoop when he hit 'em
Wreath wrapped up in blue ribbon
Nobody at the funeral, knew that I was Cripping
Well I'm not, but on the block, who isn't?
If you kick it on the spot, then it don't make a difference
You can get shot just because you with 'em
And every cop thinking you fit the description
Getting older as my life get's shorter
Living with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3:]
I asked my mama not to move up out the hood
She fucked around and she moved to Inglewood
And to her, everything is all good
'Cause she doesn't understand, if she never understood
Niggas looking at me all crazy
I'm standing on the corner with my baby
Ready for whatever, 'cause that's how the streets made me
Ain't a fucking thing changed in this city since the '80s