Napier Quinn - Nightmares & Dreams paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Nightmares & Dreams - Napier Quinn



Lookin up on the daily
Askin no one can save me
Don't fall almost on the railing
Glocks up, red dots aimin
Say amen, don't make statements
They hate me, don't make amends
From bustin a swerve to bustin a track
I put my crib on the map
I put my blood on the wax
I'm bouta take out the trash
Now you gon pay me in cash niggas ain't racin they last
You know i'm just statin the facts, no you just stuck in the past
You know we just reachin the glass
Chuckin a rock at the ceilin it crack up
Whole team rocket the way we gon blast off
Nah it ain't greedy I just want what I asked for
Don't get me wrong though I like what I have
I'm bouta stay on my path
You know I been checkin the graphs
You know, doin the math
Out here it seems to me lil boys die young
Don't like to rap bout where i'm not from
Don't like to go where I need me a gun
Live in a world where brothers get hung
Government ain't sayin nun (Huh?)
They tryna block out the sun (WHAT?)
Gather a band of my brothers
You touch my mans turn into drummers
Pass me the sticks eat you like ramen
Spin on the block niggas start runnin
Think it's a truck way they be dumpin
Come off the top, aim at yo muffin
They taught us that's how you turn nothin to somethin
I'm tired of makin assumptions
I'm tired of them sayin nothin
I'm tired of thinkin we run it
Fuck it
I'm bouta make a deposit I manifest bills in my wallet
Don't want you to call me a profit that's how I know that I got it
I know you thought you could stop it nigga just wait til we on it
Aye, if we be honest you ain't really on shit
Lookin up on the daily
Askin no one can save me
Don't fall almost on the railing
Glocks up, red dots aimin
Say amen, don't make statements
They hate me, don't make amends
Aye, I wanna rap about real life
I wanna know what love feel like
I want a kid with a teal bike
I want a crib and a real wife
Don't want a trophy i'm findin my Dory
I'mma just write my story
I like to feel i'm important
Sometimes I don't feel important at all
I feel the ears on the wall
Know people hate I be duckin they calls
How can you hate? I don't get involved
Life just a puzzle we all tryna solve
I hate when people start acting like God
Feel like it come from above
I seen the planets and how they revolve
They help humans evolve
That feel in yo stomach when somethin is off?
(Oh yeah)
Intuition? Is that what it's called? (Yup)
Anyways that's enough ranting let's talk about Nan
Don't understand
We went to the man the scan said it was gone
Been a few months sayin it's grown
Can you tell me why that sit with me wrong
Don't tell me this shit planned all along
How she gon be at my show if she gone
How imma get her a rolls when i'm on
How imma go on the road on my own
How it gon feel when she not on my phone
How she gon feel if she hear this song
How she-Are you stupid are you crazy are you dumb?
(What?)
Nigga you know where you from?
(Where?)
You from the land where they bang with drums
You better strap up the gang with guns
Black and white world like checkers and nuns
Y'all gon keep playin while niggas get hung
Bullets start flyin, ain't shootin ones
Aimin at gums and killin our sons
While you sit with guitars and strum?
Say what you want, prolly way too late to run
I ain't tell you that this life would be fun
Uppin that chopper it's kickin like Chun
Make you a monster a squeeze of a thumb
Pick up a pencil and pump
Hop in a rental and stunt
Cop you a bundle of Runtz
Sit back and look at the sun
Stop waitin for the one cuz
The one ain't gon come man time all we got
Do what you want but I'm countin the clock
Came out the water I'm whippin the pot
I can't stop til my brothers on top
Crib in the hills and a bundle of guap
Still in the city but fuck all the cops
Remember when I used to work by the Trop?
Now they tell me they can't wait for the drop



Writer(s): Quincy Wilson


Napier Quinn - Part I: Days Before Tapestry
Album Part I: Days Before Tapestry
date de sortie
07-12-2020




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