Nightmare - Jucee Froot

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Jucee

Loyal 100

I, I, I remember

Being broke

That’s a nightmare

No hope

Just dope

That’s a nightmare

Memphis, Ten

Where I’m from

Ain’t it nice, here?

Keep a Glock

Big 40 with a tight grip

Taking off

Don’t miss the jet

Bitch, the flight here

Knew that I would be a star

Talk a lot, yeah

Talk a lot, yeah

Wait, I gotta take it there

Pain, I know that very well

Broke as hell and bum as hell

But I lived to tell the tale

100K before the deal

Bitch I’m fly no fairy tale

Bitch I’m fly no fairy tale

Real ass bitch but I still got flaws

Still got problems that money can’t solve

See how they switch when the money over all

Shoot but don’t miss, bet the murder won’t solve

I had to walk for a boat

Now, I got a drip in my walk

I don’t tell lies, so you know

Keep a stick when I walk

Probably fell but didn’t fold

Hop out in Nassau

Treated me like a outlaw

Crucified me on the cross

Tried to find a way but I’m lost

Only see you in my sleep

And you hounding my thoughts

I don’t care as long as I see you

I, I, I remember

Being broke

That’s a nightmare

No hope

Just dope

That’s a nightmare

Memphis, Ten

Where I’m from

Ain’t it nice, here?

Keep a Glock

Big 40 with a tight grip

Taking off

Don’t miss the jet

Bitch, the flight here

Knew that I would be a star

Talk a lot, yeah

Talk a lot, yeah

Godspeed

I’m taking off, I’m never landing

Grief

Bitch it ain’t no understanding

We heard my mama cry and I can’t stand it

Dream

You said I could go back to the past and

Never thought I’d make it rapping

Momma proud to see you happy

Told the lord that in these streets, you runway down like you fresh

More to me, I’m crafty

Play with me, I’m scrappy

Target on, no practice

Posted up, no status

Respect

Know I’d die about my motherfucking respect

It don’t matter who ain’t ate as long as we fed

Loyal 100, just say the word and then what he said

Living life like a dream, asleep, wake me

I, I, I remember

Being broke

That’s a nightmare

No hope

Just dope

That’s a nightmare

Memphis, Ten

Where I’m from

Ain’t it nice, here?

Keep a Glock

Big 40 with a tight grip

Taking off

Don’t miss the jet

Bitch, the flight here

Knew that I would be a star

Talk a lot, yeah

Talk a lot, yeah