NIGHTMARE Lyrics

But if a nigga test me or the family fuck it I will

They don't know how it feel

Stereotypes of a Black Boy tryna make me a Lil Bill

I was raised by the hills

Pops left, mom ill

Nobody to serve us a meal

You dunno how it feel

Pops left, mom ill

No time for a nigga to heal

No I don't kill

But if a nigga test me or the family fuck it I will

They don't know how it feel

Stereotypes of a Black Boy tryna make me a Lil Bill

I was raised by the hills

Pops left, mom ill

Nobody to serve us a meal

You dunno how it feel

Pops left, mom ill

No time for a nigga to heal

Gun shattered the windows

Get down, get low, just a regular day by the willow

Was just a lil kiddo

One bed, two pillows nightmares by the willow with lil bro

Den we met cuzzo

Outlaw, bare trouble but still moved quiet and subtle

Den we met cuzzo

Outlaw, bare trouble but still moved quiet and subtle

Raised by the gully

The weather get tropical but ya suh dark and it don't get sunny

Gotta get money

For days I was hungry and ugly and bummy no food for my tummy

Survive it I'm lucky

Seen a youth turn to a duppy the clip beat his head like a skully

Survive it I'm lucky

Seen a youth turn to a duppy the clip beat his head like a skully

Nightmare on Willoughby what a bad memory

First time mom dukes heart had stop

Nobody round, mom on the ground

Hoping that niggas was still on the block

Tears coming down I was yelling for help

Neighbors came to the crib they was all in shock

They was calling cops cuz ma couldn't breathe

Didn't even know if she alive or not

I was only bout nine and this happened too many times

This other time one of a kind

Woke up from sleeping hear somebody screaming

So loud that I really had thought I was dreaming

Hopped out my bed a young nigga was feening

I'm turning the corner somebody was bleeding

A knife in a hand and then somebody weeping

This coulda went left but they ended up leaving

No I don't kill

But if a nigga test me or the family fuck it I will

They don't know how it feel

Stereotypes of a Black Boy tryna make me a Lil Bill

I was raised by the hills

Pops left, mom ill

Big sis was cooking the meals

They dunno how it feel

Pops left, mom ill

No time for a nigga to heal

No I don't kill

But if a nigga test me or the family fuck it I will

They don't know how it feel

Stereotypes of a Black Boy tryna make me a Lil Bill

I was raised by the hills

Pops left, mom ill

Nobody to serve us a meal

You dunno how it feel

Pops left, mom ill

No time for a nigga to heal

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