Styles P & Havoc Nightmares 2 Dreams
[Intro: Styles P]
Couldn't make this shit up, you know?
Shit ain't for everybody
Sit back though
Enjoy the vibe, you know?
Yeah
[Verse 1: Styles P]
I wake up and I pray then roll another J
Close my eyes then I meditate tryna find a way
Lord, open up my third eye, take the nine away
By the way, I'm in pain, I just let it hide away
Smokin' weed is the medicine without the side effects
Reflect on High School, me and Lauren playin' Das EFX
Real nigga 'til the day I die or I'm outta breath
I got fresh as Soul Powder so I guess I'm powdеr fresh
Wanna play the game of dеath, homie? That's without a ref
Without the rules, all I know is niggas makin' power moves
If you see me with a posse, then I'm makin' shower moves
Time is money, lil' nigga, you know what the hour do
And I'm thinkin' to myself that I need a Mecca trip
Tryna make another decimal but make it effortless
Homie can't see the vision, f..ck it, he's a pessimist
But I'm an optimist, livin' on some proper shit
Ghost
[Chorus: Styles P]
From nightmares to dreams, poverty to wealth
From insanity to tryna find harmony for self
From the vanity, tryna stay humble on the delf
You don't understand me, you don't understand yourself
From nightmares to dreams, poverty to wealth
From insanity to tryna find harmony for self
From the vanity, tryna stay humble on the delf
You don't understand me, you don't understand yourself
[Verse 2: Styles P]
You don't understand me, that is cool, I can over stand
Stand over niggas with the hammer then you know the plan
Rather read a book, smoke a J, play a slower jam
Probably playin' Marvin on some Inner City Blues shit
Nigga said they run the city, never seen 'em do shit
I can get 'em shot when I'm out in Saint Lucia
Rather hug the nigga and just give 'em juices
Ask my nigga Lee, tell you where the real Juice is
[Verse 3: Havoc]
Yo
You ain't gotta like me, this is not the like me show
Confront me then nigga take a shot or just let it go
I can get a nigga wet while I'm out in Monaco
But I'd rather get the bread, conquer the impossible
Have them drugs lookin' legal like the pharmacy
Made it to his destination in peace and harmony
You was up, now we up, just respect the irony
I'm the boss, you the workin' nigga, who could fire me?
I am me, H-A-V-O, nigga, can't forget the C
What it do? Paved the way, niggas idolizin' me
Hammer in his face, where your heart? I'm just tryna see
L-O-X, M-O-B, nigga wildin' in these streets
[Chorus: Styles P]
From nightmares to dreams, poverty to wealth
From insanity to tryna find harmony for self
From the vanity, tryna stay humble on the delf
You don't understand me, you don't understand yourself
From nightmares to dreams, poverty to wealth
From insanity to tryna find harmony for self
From the vanity, tryna stay humble on the delf
You don't understand me, you don't understand yourself
