Dracula

Lyrics

[Intro] Hey, I got a dollar and a dream, it's all a nigga got So if it's 'bout that green, then I'm all up in the spot Hey, yeah [Verse 1] The mental state of a young Black genius conflicted The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive Money and clothes I done dreamed about And all the hoes that I fiend about Ayy, tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I never had? Waving gats instead of flags The American dream, why do we cling to the villains Knowing they kill 'em? My niggas high enough to swing from the ceiling Ink from the pen spillin' on my notebook Filled with dreams, this is my hope book Still, the screams from little girls shot and killed fill my head on the daily At times I question God, can you blame me? They can't tame me My voice screech through the streets, I'm a beast on 'em Oh no, he will not fold, you will not see a crease on him He will not slip or lose his grip, they got them cleats on him But never will he run unless you call police on him, yeah [Chorus] One time, two times, three times Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I'm throwin' up the peace sign It's two sides to a nigga though I said, it's two sides to a nigga, yo Ayy, look, sometimes I'm feeling high, then I'm feeling low Lord, will I die? Will I survive? Let a nigga know You say you know me, but what side did you get to know? It's two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah, some pussy niggas pulled out on me and my mans Wasn't for the pistol, we drop 'em right where he stands But still, we never ran, foolish pride made us stand right there Not understanding we could lose our life there And then it hit us, thinking 'bout the close calls from long distance Uh, as lil' niggas in the Ville, we was trippin' Type of nosy-ass niggas to watch the fight until it's over They ran when the gats came out, I moved closer Foolish, what was I thinking? Wasn't trying to be cool, it's just the thrill of the danger Get so filled up with anger when a stranger get to violating He sleeping on me wide awake, bitch, I'll annihilate him I'm tired of waiting on my ticket out this motherfucker Hope they don't kill me 'fore I get up out this motherfucker I gotta go, now can I be that nigga I thought I was? I gotta know Will I make it like I thought I would? I gotta blow, hey [Chorus] One time, two times, three times Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I'm throwin' up the peace sign It's two sides to a nigga though I said, it's two sides to a nigga, yo Ayy, look, sometimes I'm feeling high, then I'm feeling low Lord, will I die? Will I survive? Let a nigga know You say you know me, but what side did you get to know? It's two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo [Verse 3] Yeah, I seen Heaven, seen Hell, the two faces of the 'Ville One side dreams, the other side's real One side schemes, the other side deals But what the pain brings, another mother cries still Why the fuck am I here, God? That nigga died, ayy, why the fuck am I still alive? I feel ashamed 'cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me And all I seem to focus on is all the stress on me Blessed, homie, we breathin', cold world got me sneezing Wrote this when I was broke, so hey, I guess we even Throwin' blows, fighting demons, tryna stop from bustin' semen In an unfamiliar bitch, I know my niggas feel this shit How could I fuck her raw and I just met the ho? My dick took over, it ain't never felt this wet before I'm stressing in my mind, but it's way too late to stop it Make this shit so bad, I had a condom in my pocket Let's change the topic before I go berserk, I'm so alert Ridin' down 95, nah, I ain't finna to go to work I'm headed back home, I ain't stayin' that long I'm chasin' dreams, shorty, I'm payin' back loans I'm payin' dues that a nigga payin' tax on I'm tryna blow like a nigga playin' saxophone I'm playing daddy to another nigga daughter Don't worry, even Jesus never saw his real father It don't bother me at all though, yeah, say, it don't bother me at all They got me thinking 'bout my mom though, man, I can't wait to sing this song I'll be like, I'll be like [Outro] Hey, don't cry, hey, oh, no 'Cause we ain't gotta worry 'bout the money no more We ain't gotta worry how the bills get paid We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed Don't cry, hey, oh, no 'Cause we ain't gotta worry 'bout the money no more We ain't gotta worry how them bills get paid We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed Hey, hey, hey