Thinking 'bout life and it's crazy
Already counted out before we were babies
Jesus, where you at? 'Cause I think I need saving
Before a nigga brains start leaking on the pavement
Not a Teen Titan, but I move like a Raven
Eyes wide open see the moves that you're making
Niggas be capping on the Gram, they be faking
You ain't even bout it, swear to God I'm just saying
Nightmare on Elm St, Freddy vs Jason
God given talent, all you other niggas basic
Black on white, swear I'm tired of the hate shit
Zip your lips tied, homicide and won't say shit
I'ma leave a bitch nigga on the floor brainless
Thanking his bitch, she be sending locations
Bullets start flying then you better hit the pavement
Painting the walls, with intestines and brain bits
If we got a problem, then you better make a statement
I ain't with the talking 'cause I'm really impatient
Buying tombstones, like I'm paying for engravings
I'ma have a bitch nigga dip into his savings
Gotta make it rapping, mama been waiting
I'ma move her out to a different location
Four story house, with an attic and a basement
Gotta thank God for the talent that I came with
If a nigga want war, then we're aiming at his neck
Running in the street tryna chase me a check
If he think about it, then his brain disconnect
From his body, with a shotty, 'cause he came incorrect
Like a step child, feel the pain and neglect
I was thinking 'bout my guys, got their names on my chest
Gotta thank God 'cause a nigga feeling blessed
And I started grinding harder when I tasted success
Die with your pride, we ain't got no regrets
War time I'ma slide, bullet chain on my neck
Damn what a shame, we ain't got no respect
We was f*cking up in life, like the grade was a F
Mama beat that ass, whip motion like a chef
Hard headed nigga thinking he's a little deaf
Better watch your hands, nigga keep 'em to yourself
Your mama taught you better 'cause your daddy been left
If we got a problem, then you better make a statement
I ain't with the talking 'cause I'm really impatient
Buying tombstones, like I'm paying for engravings
I'ma have a bitch nigga dip into his savings
Gotta make it rapping, mama been waiting
I'ma move her out to a different location
Four story house, with an attic and a basement
Gotta thank God for the talent that I came with
Nightmare - Spazz Lyrics
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Thinking 'bout life and it's crazy
Already counted out before we were babies
Jesus, where you at? 'Cause I think I need saving
Before a nigga brains start leaking on the pavement
Not a Teen Titan, but I move like a Raven
Eyes wide open see the moves that you're making
Niggas be capping on the Gram, they be faking
You ain't even bout it, swear to God I'm just saying
Nightmare on Elm St, Freddy vs Jason
God given talent, all you other niggas basic
Black on white, swear I'm tired of the hate shit
Zip your lips tied, homicide and won't say shit
I'ma leave a bitch nigga on the floor brainless
Thanking his bitch, she be sending locations
Bullets start flying then you better hit the pavement
Painting the walls, with intestines and brain bits
If we got a problem, then you better make a statement
I ain't with the talking 'cause I'm really impatient
Buying tombstones, like I'm paying for engravings
I'ma have a bitch nigga dip into his savings
Gotta make it rapping, mama been waiting
I'ma move her out to a different location
Four story house, with an attic and a basement
Gotta thank God for the talent that I came with
If a nigga want war, then we're aiming at his neck
Running in the street tryna chase me a check
If he think about it, then his brain disconnect
From his body, with a shotty, 'cause he came incorrect
Like a step child, feel the pain and neglect
I was thinking 'bout my guys, got their names on my chest
Gotta thank God 'cause a nigga feeling blessed
And I started grinding harder when I tasted success
Die with your pride, we ain't got no regrets
War time I'ma slide, bullet chain on my neck
Damn what a shame, we ain't got no respect
We was f*cking up in life, like the grade was a F
Mama beat that ass, whip motion like a chef
Hard headed nigga thinking he's a little deaf
Better watch your hands, nigga keep 'em to yourself
Your mama taught you better 'cause your daddy been left
If we got a problem, then you better make a statement
I ain't with the talking 'cause I'm really impatient
Buying tombstones, like I'm paying for engravings
I'ma have a bitch nigga dip into his savings
Gotta make it rapping, mama been waiting
I'ma move her out to a different location
Four story house, with an attic and a basement
Gotta thank God for the talent that I came with
Already counted out before we were babies
Jesus, where you at? 'Cause I think I need saving
Before a nigga brains start leaking on the pavement
Not a Teen Titan, but I move like a Raven
Eyes wide open see the moves that you're making
Niggas be capping on the Gram, they be faking
You ain't even bout it, swear to God I'm just saying
Nightmare on Elm St, Freddy vs Jason
God given talent, all you other niggas basic
Black on white, swear I'm tired of the hate shit
Zip your lips tied, homicide and won't say shit
I'ma leave a bitch nigga on the floor brainless
Thanking his bitch, she be sending locations
Bullets start flying then you better hit the pavement
Painting the walls, with intestines and brain bits
If we got a problem, then you better make a statement
I ain't with the talking 'cause I'm really impatient
Buying tombstones, like I'm paying for engravings
I'ma have a bitch nigga dip into his savings
Gotta make it rapping, mama been waiting
I'ma move her out to a different location
Four story house, with an attic and a basement
Gotta thank God for the talent that I came with
If a nigga want war, then we're aiming at his neck
Running in the street tryna chase me a check
If he think about it, then his brain disconnect
From his body, with a shotty, 'cause he came incorrect
Like a step child, feel the pain and neglect
I was thinking 'bout my guys, got their names on my chest
Gotta thank God 'cause a nigga feeling blessed
And I started grinding harder when I tasted success
Die with your pride, we ain't got no regrets
War time I'ma slide, bullet chain on my neck
Damn what a shame, we ain't got no respect
We was f*cking up in life, like the grade was a F
Mama beat that ass, whip motion like a chef
Hard headed nigga thinking he's a little deaf
Better watch your hands, nigga keep 'em to yourself
Your mama taught you better 'cause your daddy been left
If we got a problem, then you better make a statement
I ain't with the talking 'cause I'm really impatient
Buying tombstones, like I'm paying for engravings
I'ma have a bitch nigga dip into his savings
Gotta make it rapping, mama been waiting
I'ma move her out to a different location
Four story house, with an attic and a basement
Gotta thank God for the talent that I came with
Writer: Justin Fant
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