CASKET DREAMS

Lyrics

[Intro: Ramirez] Ayy [Verse 1: Ramirez] I'm seeing nothing but them closed caskets in my dreams I keep protected by my banger, paranoia running in my dreams Everything ain't really what it fucking seems Got me looking out my rearview mirror, losing all my self-esteem But I'm a playa, fuck all them haters Them pussy niggas tryna break us and take my paper The game is fucking full of traitors, collaborators You'll shake a hand and meet the razor, watch imitators I'm always puffin' up my chest and standing on my toes These streets is cold and I get down, that's how money fold Quit all your bitching, leave that bullshit right up out the door I come in geekin' through the front, kick it with Rami, ho Now cock it back and give me space, this not your place Why would I wait when I can take? What's in my way? I'm on my time, so keep the pace, don't get left astray You falling down and losing race, ain't nobody safe [Verse 2: Ramirez] Peeling off the Chevy, dodgin' feds and race I see the reaper reaching out, I made a close escape These fucking suckers wanna put me in a early grave They tryna see me take a fall, I'm falling down with grace Just rip the halo off my head and fill me with lead Leave me to take my final breath and lay me to rest Send me a slug right trough my chest and I shall accept The early invitation to my eternal bed You can hear the streets are crying, it's calm and quiet Everybody really frightened by the deadly silence I'm feeling lost and need some guidance 'cause I'm in a crisis I feel my mind just steady slipping and my body lifeless 'Cause I can hear my angel telling me that sometimes life can be filled with betrayal Make sure that you watching who be eating at the table You can shake a partner's hand, but that one could be fatal Always keep your head up when this shit feeling too painful [Verse 3: Pouya] Not another day, don't need another worry Why do I feel like the reaper is in a hurry To take me to the other side? I might put a 9 millimeter between my eyes, yeah Baby Bone, I've been running game for a decade Gettin' paid what I'm 'bout, true playa from the south My Cadillac ain't breakin' down, me and Rami got this thing on lock All I got is my brothers, my word and plastic Glock Yeah, I be suffering, crying, hoping the pain stops Took an Ativan, it made my brain rot So sick and tired of the fame, take me back to the days When I used to sleep on the couch and get faded Yeah, I wanna change my route Sometimes, I wish I never made it out Wanna be easier, ducking out somewhere, no social media Yeah, I been living, but I'm not breathing, I've been dealing with all my demons Got in my head, I'm looking for a reason, yeah