They showed me flashbacks of murder scenes, bodies bubblin, in acid tubs, with they feet head and hands cut off, oh shit, I had woke up buggin, sweatin bullets, checkin for my gun, I gotta stop smoking that haze or something, I kno I aint crazy, I'll go outside for some fresh air maybe, it's 3 oclock in the night, the block is on fire, took my nigga bottle for a swig oh the fire, he told he just had seen the bitch ass nigga, must be god that's keeping me from seein this nigga, wanna crawl on me, and creep on me, cuz they kno better then to let me see him in front of me, outside the car, away from the police, I'll turn him into dreams, demons in my sleep
