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Well it says nightmares are triggered by the belief that the dreamer
Has no control and this can cause insomnia. But then it says at
The 70 hour mark the insomniac will begin to experience micro naps
His brain will begin to shut down its functions for several
Seconds in an attempt to recharge itself. This basically means that
You're dreaming but you don't know it. Like even if you're awake
Yeah, got the sense of it, this money drown all my thoughts
Tableware is processed, the price, we control the crops
Thinking with the logic, depressed then we double down
Making it a durable hustle, then I scooped the crowns
From the ground up, patience gave a slower boost
Riding with this fiery impulse for the street disputes
Felt the fruit, soaked the knowledge, took maturity
I felt the pain, fire in my eyes to the third degree
Let my journey be, this change lead to something greater
Understanding life, trying to eat off my own labor
You know I grew up on the corner of that dope house
Crack on the stove and kept the pistols in a dirty couch
That's why I lived in it, felt it through my whole soul
Got me banging this Fresno shit everywhere I go
You ever felt alone, walking looking at the fiends?
Ambitions for the right price, the bands is the damn seed
Wasn't expecting 'fore it died but the money came
Living through this life counting bands till I hit the grave
Addicted to the street, the stress just a normal growth
Grinding my dreams, trying to live so I stay awoke
Wasn't expecting 'fore it died but the money came
Living through this life counting bands till I hit the grave
Addicted to the street, the stress just a normal growth
Grinding my dreams, trying to live so I stay awoke
At 16 he bought a chop from the big homie
With intentions to hit some licks and get him some money
I can't blame him, we from the same side and both broke
His daddy gone, live with his granny, his mama on dope
Had me damn clothes too baggy and they can't fit him
This AK hold 30 but it's 20 in it, he figured fuck it
Nigga serving my auntie, run up on him with this chopper
Problems later it might be, now he one deep, big heat
Playing with fur, big me, lil you, it's just the way of the world
Out the window of the rental yelling "What y'all need?"
As he pull up on them grimy dope boys and fiends
But what he didn't know then is they was ready to shoot
Spitting bullets through the ill dogs, sedans and coupes
Barely made it out alive, windows busted into pieces
Made a vow to his chop that nothing ever come between us
Wasn't expecting 'fore it died but the money came
Living through this life counting bands till I hit the grave
Addicted to the street, the stress just a normal growth
Grinding my dreams, trying to live so I stay awoke
Wasn't expecting 'fore it died but the money came
Living through this life counting bands till I hit the grave
Addicted to the street, the stress just a normal growth
Grinding my dreams, trying to live so I stay awoke