Ghetto Dreams - Chopped Not Slopped

My ghetto dreams always turn to ghetto nightmares

At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn

Candlesticks in the dark, I was gripin' it hard

I was gettin' the broads, they like "who the hell is that"

I was dealing sap

She looking at a n*gga that drove to hell and back

Charismatic I was raised by an addict with money in the attic

Got goons while you at it

At this present time I'm out of my mind and that's a habit

Still got them waiting in line they gotta have

Last night was the first night I got sleep

Tossing and turning for two or three weeks

My nightmares are triggered by bad memories

Lord, send me an angel right now while I'm having ghetto dreams

Cold sweats listenin' to the old sweat

One, two that's a ho check

Now for real, n*gga this a whole check

Just bossin' around, Polo sweats

Used to dream about a bigger couch

Woke up in a bigger house, c'mon

Commas in my bank account

So much money I had to let the banker count

Last night was the first night I got sleep

Tossing and turning for two or three weeks

My nightmares are triggered by bad memories

Lord, send me an angel right now while I'm having ghetto dreams

It's like the world stands still

Yesterday your little man got killed

And all he ever wanted was a bank roll

But he died too young cause the game cold

Most n*ggas ain't know or they just think slow

Once you get in you gots to leave, but you can't though

Does freedom make a motherf*cker evil?

To the point down your ass when he see you

Let's take that needle, fill it with poison

Inject the ghetto with the drug, paranoia

Got you lookin' at your homeboy sideways

Ain't no honor among thieves, is it nowadays?

They tell me crime pays, but I don't think so

Because every criminal I know is in the clink, yo

A n*gga in the game right now

Must be working for them people cause that sh*t played out

I lay awake in my four corner room staring at candles