In the dead of the night, I had these dreams In the dead of the night, I had these dreams In the dead of the night, I had these dreams In the dead of the night, I had these dreams In the dead of the night, I had these dreams In the dead of the night, I had these dreams (Mane, this go hard, me and Deadzz, naw im sayin?) In the dead of the night, I had these dreams (We finna spit some shit I guess) In the dead of the night, I had these dreams (ayy) That boy got a backhand slap (yuh) With the new back strap (yuh) They couldn’t wait to strip so they can sit on that bitches ass (ayy) Rhymes be so abstract Feeling like it’s all that (yeah) I ain’t really feelin it when they talk about cap (ahh) I be drinking water it’s that Niagara Then I see someone stroking like she puttin on Viagra (uh huh) Stop talkin’ all that shit bruh Weed on the blunt, puff smoke Lean back, drinkin’ coke Lotta people’s lifes be comin to a close The last thing I saw was love I then saw hope I then praise like Allah (what) Yet felt pain with lungs full of smoke (what) Chains in my wallet, straight up my boy, I ain’t going broke In the dead of the night, I had these dreams In the dead of the night, I had these dreams In the dead of the night, I had these dreams In the dead of the night, I had these dreams In the dead of the night, I had these dreams In the dead of the night, I had these dreams In the dead of the night, I had these dreams (This is the return of the deadzz, movin’ da feds) In the dead of the night, I had these dreams (chop up, make ‘em bullets, family dead) Oh my god fire up, fa fa fa Oh my god we fired up, fa fa fa Got chains, you in the gulag Wulag, that Drew McIntire, that fire This is out god damn desires Mentality, to keep it (?) you gotta live in reality Decay mentality, ayy (?) movin’ reality With Kid Cudi, man on the moon! Ay, DC The Don, got no boobs! Ay, got no boobs, ay ay ay ‘Cause you rappin’, you think you will take n*gga but you ain’t But mane, I make ‘em dead, I make ‘em faint Pain, they made the choppa, you a saint Mane bruh I don’t think so, you don’t got the bait (huh) Oh my god, government tryna find me but they can’t sight Style against the side, its in my eyes He blast off into the skies YEAH, I GOT PEENA PUNK HEH, I GOT PEENA PUNK AY, I GOT PEENA PUNK, AY NIGERIA AH AH, I GOT PEENA PUNK AY, I GOT PEENA PUNK AY, I GOT PEENA PUNK, AY NIGERIA AH!

I come again with questions Am I alright or being pulled I might need me a concussion Should I die or should I live I see the same stars It drifted me way too far Is it fine that I’m livin’ Memories were so fine I come again with questions Am I alright or being pulled I might need me a concussion Should I die or should I live I see the same stars It drifted me way too far Is it fine that I’m livin’ Memories were so fine Everything around me is all new to me Especially everyone around me, I’m making a scene I miss the times where I laid back and drank some lean Some purple purple shit, and now I’m pretty much shit myself Well mostly gray, but purple as well And it’s kinda like I’m the elf on the shelf Do I need some answers, do I need some help I’m all alone, and I am all by myself Ay, ay, ay When cars crash between the bridges, it has begun a new confliction Just to end for a broken finish Thats when tragedy stuck, and I’m fucked up on the crush Never cared bout drugs cause I’m still new to the cut And I’m tired, so what? And what came through You choose me against you Choose me without you The things I been through I then yelled, “F you” What has this come to All by myself, no more help I can’t help it, I can’t help when it’s just me without you, you King of rap, I can bet my money on that Give me another shot, and imma come with my mask on King of rap, I can bet my money on that Give me another shot, and imma come with my mask on King of rap, I can bet my money on that Give me another shot, and imma come with my mask on King of rap, I can bet my money on that Give me another shot, and imma come with my mask on