Styles P & Havoc - Nightmares 2 Dreams lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] Couldn't make this sh*t up, you know? sh*t ain't for everybody Sit back though Enjoy the vibe, you know? Yeah [Verse 1: Styles P] I wake up and I pray then roll another J Close my eyes then I meditate tryna find a way Lord, open up my third eye, take the nine away By the way, I'm in pain, I just let it hide away Smokin' weed is the medicine without the side effects Reflect on High School, me and Lauren playin' Das EFX Real ni**a 'til the day I die or I'm outta breath I got fresh as Soul Powder so I guess I'm powdеr fresh Wanna play the game of dеath, homie? That's without a ref Without the rules, all I know is ni**as makin' power moves If you see me with a posse, then I'm makin' shower moves Time is money, lil' ni**a, you know what the hour do And I'm thinkin' to myself that I need a Mecca trip Tryna make another decimal but make it effortless Homie can't see the vision, fu*k it, he's a pessimist But I'm an optimist, livin' on some proper sh*t Ghost [Chorus: Styles P] From nightmares to dreams, poverty to wealth From insanity to tryna find harmony for self From the vanity, tryna stay humble on the delf You don't understand me, you don't understand yourself From nightmares to dreams, poverty to wealth From insanity to tryna find harmony for self From the vanity, tryna stay humble on the delf You don't understand me, you don't understand yourself [Verse 2: Styles P] You don't understand me, that is cool, I can over stand Stand over ni**as with the hammer then you know the plan Rather read a book, smoke a J, play a slower jam Probably playin' Marvin on some Inner City Blues sh*t ni**a said they run the city, never seen 'em do sh*t I can get 'em shot when I'm out in Saint Lucia Rather hug the ni**a and just give 'em juices Ask my ni**a Lee, tell you where the real Juice is [Verse 3: Havoc] Yo You ain't gotta like me, this is not the like me show Confront me then ni**a take a shot or just let it go I can get a ni**a wet while I'm out in Monaco But I'd rather get the bread, conquer the impossible Have them drugs lookin' legal like the pharmacy Made it to his destination in peace and harmony You was up, now we up, just respect the irony I'm the boss, you the workin' ni**a, who could fire me? I am me, H-A-V-O, ni**a, can't forget the C What it do? Paved the way, ni**as idolizin' me Hammer in his face, where your heart? I'm just tryna see L-O-X, M-O-B, ni**a wildin' in these streets [Chorus: Styles P] From nightmares to dreams, poverty to wealth From insanity to tryna find harmony for self From the vanity, tryna stay humble on the delf You don't understand me, you don't understand yourself From nightmares to dreams, poverty to wealth From insanity to tryna find harmony for self From the vanity, tryna stay humble on the delf You don't understand me, you don't understand yourself