Nightmares On Essex

Kill a street nigga get a dime
Kill a rap nigga get a dub
I heard you Kodak
Uh, they be like herb you got PTSD?
Or why? How?
Post traumatic stress disorder nigga

Told him you gone live
But he ain't live my nigga died
Thinking bout it now the last time I really cried
Shut em tight now I see red when I open my eyes (blood in em)
That's the only time I told my nigga a lie Remember he had that bitch on fire and it want even hot
I'm surprised we won that gun fight it want even a Glock
I was right there in his face and I ain't even get shot
Watch my comments cause the fans gone say I got him got (they say that)
16 I'm young as hell we going on the opps
Best watch lil bro cause he don't talk too much that nigga plottin
Please don't let maneski influence him that nigga rottin
We put in work for Kobe and roc so they don't feel forgotten
6am I had pen jotting Cmoney call me like pop out we on it again andale
I know the opps like damn thats them again they coming again it's ugly
Mik had a stu booked for me but I'm on the block with my killas cause that's where I wanna be
Went on my first hit but i ain't make it a body cause I seen a lady in front of me
I had a dream that I saw a nigga kill roc with a gun in my hand he was under me
I was naive chilling thinking i ain't have to go get it thought I could just wait till it come to me
I went and got it now I got a lot nigga everybody know I got dough go wherever I wanna be

Thousand mile races through my head now I can't sleep
Let me just relax the devil playing with me
Angel's talking I just can't hear what they saying to me
Suffering from anxiety I'm fighting insanity

In them streets I saw them fiends more than my family
I been seeing so much blood I need a xan to sleep
I can't even get no sleep unless you laying with me
And I got faith I'm gone get home I know you praying for me

I don't wanna lean no more now I can't even sleep
Sweating out for weeks if I ain't smoke weed I can't eat
I was drinking syrup before I heard of sound cloud
When lil black was in his prime you niggas wasn't around
Fore the Instagram had my city going down
Back if you ain't know a junky you wasn't a four a round
I was tryna ease my mind stop it from going round
I seen buddy laid down holes in his crown
All you niggas wanna be kings but doing peasant shit
How the fuck he want comission he ain't even selling shit
Niggas still out in these streets like they ain't telling shit
Ain't a hustler he can't eat unless he nailing shit
If you want smoke I love pressure I'm inhaling it
Cracking whateva I got my pipe I'll do life nigga try us it's whateva
I ride dolo cause I found out niggas wasn't solid I thought you was riding forever?
90 percent of these niggas is bitches they find they self snitching trying to lie to detectors (fuck is you talking fo')

Thousand mile races through my head now I can't sleep
Let me just relax the devil playing with me
Angel's talking I just can't hear what they saying to me
Suffering from anxiety I'm fighting insanity

In them streets I saw them fiends more than my family
I been seeing so much blood I need a xan to sleep
I can't even get no sleep unless you laying with me
And I got faith I'm gone get home I know you praying for me