Nightmare lyrics

[Intro]
808 Mafia

[Chorus]
This little mind of mine has a tendency to get a little dark and violent, ayy
This little life of mine is a nightmare (Ha)
I feel
Medicated, elevated, too sedated
Thank God that a n*gga made it
f*cked three broads, they was all faded
Oh my God, now I feel famous
New gun, can't wait to aim it
Mama on the phone, saying, "Chill baby"
I'm way too rich to go and risk it all
But f*ck it, I'm finna risk it (Uh, huh)
Catch me .30 clippin' (Uh, huh)
Shoot like Scottie Pippen (Uh, huh)
Like, "Get the f*ck away from my ride"
You ain't finna rob a n*gga (Uh, huh)
I hang with robbers, they on go
I got an army with me like damn, don't they look like G.I. Joe
Marching your sh*t like Fee-fi-fo
Run up on me, to your head, I'll blow
I'll run to the bag like ready-set-go
I don't trust you, they'll shoot, I'm Metro
Back-back in the days, I was out robbing for Jay's
Look at the way I glow
Stuck in my ways, keep me a Glock in the safe
You know I'm on go
[Verse]
Ha, yeah, ain't that the truth
Uh, tried to run up, ain't he a fool
Ayy, up that choppa, vamanos
Ayy, I feel like a dentist (Huh), put a bullet in his tooth, uh
Knocked that out of the park, uh, pus*y like Babe Ruth, uh
I'm finna hang me a n*gga, uh, somebody grab me a noose, uh
Feel my wrath as I stomp 'em in my Rafs
Shoot up your crib, see you dead, then I laugh
Walk to the bank, then I laugh again
Fire on me, no dragon, ayy
Off of the Percs, I'm dragging
Count up the money and stacking, ayy
.40 on me no lacking
Run up, I get sh*t bracking, ayy
Thot on my line, she wanna f*ck for the low (Huh, uh)
I don't pay for pus*y, but yeah, I'll f*ck you on the low (Huh, uh)
In other words, I won't let nobody know
But I'm Kobe with that torch, pass me, I'ma score
Yeah, smash her, then I go (What?)
Then I set another play
Pass her, pick and roll (What?)
Brodie f*cked the same day
Put that on my soul, oh, you know lies ho
Hope you realize, you're f*cking with some real guys
[Chorus]
This little mind of mine has a tendency to get a little dark and violent, ayy
This little life of mine is a nightmare (Ha)
I feel
Medicated, elevated, too sedated
Thank God that a n*gga made it
f*cked three broads, they was all faded
Oh my God, now I feel famous
New gun, can't wait to aim it
Mama on the phone, saying, "Chill baby"
I'm way too rich to go and risk it all
But f*ck it, I'm finna risk it (Uh, huh)
Catch me .30 clippin' (Uh, huh)
Shoot like Scottie Pippen (Uh, huh)
Like, "Get the f*ck away from my ride"
You ain't finna rob a n*gga (Uh, huh)
I hang with robbers, they on go
I got an army with me like damn, don't they look like G.I. Joe
Marching your sh*t like Fee-fi-fo
Run up on me, to your head, I'll blow
I'll run to the bag like ready-set-go
I don't trust you, they'll shoot, I'm Metro
Back-back in the days, I was out robbing for Jay's
Look at the way I glow
Stuck in my ways, keep me a Glock in the safe
You know I'm on go