Rashid St. James - The Nightmare in the Afterhour lyrics

Up my dose/ what the f** you saying Racks, Iraq. Saddam Hussein Look here world, what the f** you made Old a** soul, new a** game Courtney love that Kurt Cobain People change that comes with pain Kiss the sky, girl taste my rain Muddy water chase with fame Makes the perfect mixture ho,gon take a picture Fix your lows, with exquisite dough Alley way confessionals, no respect for subliminals Stay the f** up out our business ho While I'm filling out a rubric She empties out a two six Her mind i told her lose it Told my brother we related That don't mean that we relate I know Drake and Abel made it Hope that don't mean that we too late Funny how I get my boldest When my mind start to fade out Wonder if n***as in my crew Only see me as a way out While I'm making out with Medusa So I'm waking up stoned He was born a sinner He was christened in patron So I'm alone in a church With a swish and some purp Flirting with a nun With my finger up her skirt So im gifted and I'm cursed To f**ing fry in hell Cuz god ain't saying nothing So I pray that time will tell Like sh** I might as well Quit the b**h and make the most of it Form a f**ing crew f** around and get that Oprah b**h Most of it is Bullsh** So im all about a rose And p**y mean power But I still don't love them hoes Ho (Bridge) One for the money Two for the show Three for the n***as With a mouth full of gold Four for the pot Boiling on the stove Five for the rock All up in her nose Let em scream…...