Ransom - Nightmares lyrics

[Verse 1] I had dreams of being a millionaire Rolling down these avenues and getting a million stares I hope y'all feel me, yeah I wake up in cold sweats like: "damn, I'm still in here!" Even though I feel no fear, I never can reveal my tears My father told me I'd never make it I celebrated when he died, nobody cried Hope he's in hell with satan I can't control my thoughts, getting drunk and dozing off Can't brush my shoulders off, partna' I'm a soldier lost Sick as a general's mind when he's approaching war Yeah, I'm getting better with time, I'm tryna focus more I got a veterans grind, I'm tryna open doors Public enemy like Flav when he was smoking raw Seen the birth of my little baby Queen She seen the pain in my eyes and I think it made her scream You got to wake up n***a, this ain't no crazy dream Never thought I'd be broke living off my lady's cream n***as telling me what I should and should not do Keep the advice to yourself homie, I'm not you Nightmares of being a fiend like at 45 They all despise I see it all in my daughters eyes I slump down in my chair right before she cries Point at the needle and tell her: "that's where my fortune lies" I wake up and I scream: "still your boy is alive!" I don't got money to live but can't afford to die [Hook] Is you dreaming or is you f**ing awake? Motherf**er, is you schemin' or getting f**ing cake? Let me know if you n***as leaving or you stuck in place I've been having these nightmares about my f**ing faith [Verse 2] If you've made the mistakes that I have made Then you wondering why you ain't laying inside a grave And every time you go to sleep you dream about brighter days When you wake up it's a nightmare That's inside a maze, still got a child to raise No time to think about fashion and how you style your braids Got to put food on the table, you better find some ways If I'm going out, I'm going out in the fire blaze I ain't gonna stop my mission until I'm finally paid Swear to God I take the pain Me and these n***as ain't made the same Four or five shots I'll make it rain Go ahead and tell the cops, I'll take the blame Got visions of women in linen giving me rhythm But I'm just a snitch away from sitting in prison Reality bites harder than a piranha I tell ya honor that I'm hoping to see tomorrow Hoping to see my father so I could tell him: "f** you! I ain't your son motherf**er, I'll never trust you" I wake up in cold sweats and old sweats I'm so stressed, think I'm dying a slow d**h [Hook]