Bad Dreams Lyrics

Maybe you can help and tell me what this means

Cause lately I been having me some real bad dreams

Nightmares waking up gasping for breath

This ain't the butterfly effect and I ain't asking for death

But, I be having nightmares of getting shot

And dying a violent death like Big and Tupac

And it scares me cause I ain't even thug with my rhymes

I just be at the wrong place at the wrong time

Hanging at the club just chilling doing nothin

The same night that niggas decide to start cuttin

And getting caught up in the melee when they spray they

Glocks and trey eights, four pounds, and AK's

I heard you die by the gun if you live it

Why I got a bullet hole in my '95 Civic hold on

They say dreams come true, I don't hope so

Cause last night in my dreams I got blasted by a 44

Waking up sweating

Remembering every single detail of the event nothing I'm forgetting

Sitting outside of the bar in my car

Then bang, shots rang lights flashing like shooting stars

Why do they wanna maim and dismember me

Do they know me or is this mistaken identity

I don't have any enemies that I know of

Cause everybody that I meet I give a pound and show love

I think it's that, I listen to too much gangsta rap

Too many gangsta movies of moolies pulling toolies

It got me paranoid I can't front

My license to carry a fire is about to expire next month

And I'm about to re-up cause I don't wanna get clapped down

At a show where bouncers do half-assed pat downs

Performing then becomes less fun

When you worried about who might have snuck the fuck in with a gun

Walking round anonymous

These niggas taking headshots and I ain't talking motherfuckin photographers

Back in day yo I used to date this fly ass mama

Literally she had kids yo and baby daddy drama

She told me about how he used to pull triggers

A Puerto Rican cat but he didn't like niggas

I'm like what's the difference, Blacks and Puerto Rocks

We grew up in the same hoods on the same blocks

But obviously he didn't see it that way

A racist jealous ex that equals a gat spray

Cause I can imagine this cat holding heat over

Me the night I decide to sleep over

Don't even live there but he got a spare key holder

To the back door and I can smell his weed odor

Yeah the marijuana while I'm spooned up sleeping next to his baby mama

It's a recipe for mad drama

My brains mangled, over a love triangle

A jealous ex rage is on the next page of the newspaper

Another brother slain by a crazy baby daddy, who went insane

Lit up the room and starting cuttin, with the semi

I wish these bad dreams would stop fuckin with me