My ghetto dreams
Always turn to ghetto nightmares
At night I can't sleep
I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark
I was whippin' it hard
I was gettin' the broads
That like "who the hell is that"
I Was Dealing Sap
You Looking at a Nigga That Drove To Hell And Back
Charismatic I Was Raised By And Addict
With Money In The Attic
Got Goons While You At It At This Present Time
I'm Out Of My Mind And That's A Habit
Still Got Them Waiting In Line
They Gotta Have
Last Night Was The First
Night I Got Sleep
Tossing And Turning
For Two Or Three Weeks
My Nightmares Are Triggered
By Bad Memories
Lord, Send Me An Angel Right Now
While I'm Having Ghetto Dreams
