Lyrics

I got problems all these demons in my head Telling' me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead I wake up sweating in my sheets Every night I see the devil in my sleep [Verse 1: Sevin] Gotta keep a cold heart in the depths of a soldier's soul Middle of the summer in a drought so we hope for snow Only hope for dough's a plug or an nice flick 'fore we start playing double the price for the white chick The demand don't change but it's hard supplying sales When you're beatin' up your sack pissin' off clientele Stressing up late and you're waiting by your phone Hopin' he don't call you back and say it's 8 by the zone Cuz then it's no profit unless you ride for rocket Back on the block with a strap in your pocket And two days earlier the cops sit Plus it's Thursday so you know another raid is the topic You got pride so you know if you get locked this Judge is gonna drop kick you straight to the mosh pit Just to probably try to set an example Cuz election time always brings the federal scandal They fillin' up the jails to make it look like they crackin' down Crooked pigs probably sell the most crack in town And the murder rates be rising off the chain When these new gang bangers want the stripes up off your name Put a bunch of hungry niggas in the same place Before long survival of the fittest City turns into a war zone Whole hood's starvin' Homies probably wanna touch ya What these niggas know about the problems of a hustler? [Hook: Sevin] I got problems all these demons in my head Telling' me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead I wake up sweating in my sheets Every night I see the devil in my sleep I got problems all these demons in my head Telling' me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead I wake up sweating in my sheets Every night I see the devil in my sleep [Verse 2: Sevin] Yeah You gotta warrant out of state and you still on probation But word just came back on this nigga's location So you gotta push your feelin's aside Your hood's all you know so you willing to ride Hit the big homie cuz you know he always on deck Get a throw away heater nine millimeter tech Toss the murder ones over your hands Wipe down the shells and reload it again Hit your rellie on the celly tell him scoop He pulls through in a burned out coupe With some purp and some lube First objective is to find his position You a rider Only thing on your mind is the mission What if he hidin' and we can't find him? Hey we gon' hit him where his momma say It's out there in Monterey Cuz one way or another we gon' get him Even if we gotta knock his whole family to hit him Yeah Right about this time you start trippin' "If we get cracked I wonder if this nigga start snitchin'" "…Nah that's my nigga he good" But deep down inside You still got a funny feelin' he would Soon as you think it red and blue lights flashin' Dumb nigga ran a stop light and blew right past 'em Now you on a high speed with the rollers What these niggas know about the problems of a soldier? [Hook: Sevin] I got problems all these demons in my head Telling' me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead I wake up sweating in my sheets Every night I see the devil in my sleep I got problems all these demons in my head Telling' me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead I wake up sweating in my sheets Every night I see the devil in my sleep [Verse 3: Sevin] Yeah Yeah Your grind is just survival So you pray they don't lock ya Trippin' with ya chick and now your babies don't got ya You miss 'em so you sittin' with a baby chrome chopper Your soul's beneath the ocean stuck in Davey Jones' locker Your life's wasted Can't think of making it without taking it Good things come to the patient but you can't wait for it Situation's sticky think of lickin' ya plug stash No righteous influence Big Momma just passed Trying to stay clean but you're stuck in a blood bath Just finished blowin' you ain't goin' to drug class This cold world'll push you over the edge To the point you can't control what even goes through your head You're bipolar but you ain't got no more of your meds You start thinkin your fam will love you more if you're dead Got court in two days and if you don't pay em the fees They gon' say you can't play with your steez Nigga it's all bad You're burnt out from the stress and the anger Looking in the mirror all that's left is a stranger Stuck staring at the picture life paint's ya What these niggas know about the problems of a gangster? [Hook: Sevin] I got problems all these demons in my head Telling' me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead I wake up sweating in my sheets Every night I see the devil in my sleep I got problems all these demons in my head Telling' me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead I wake up sweating in my sheets Every night I see the devil in my sleep I got problems all these demons in my head Telling' me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead I wake up sweating in my sheets Every night I see the devil in my sleep I got problems all these demons in my head Telling' me my rellies wanna see a nigga dead I wake up sweating in my sheets Every night I see the devil in my sleep