Woke Up Dead

Last night I had a dream that I woke up dead

A motherf**ker put some money on my head

Cold sweat wide awake in my bed

I guess I shoulda took my meds

I'm so sedated self medicated

Hoping that the threats on my life are never predicated

If this is the price of fame I should've hesitated

I don't wanna die in the streets I'm too educated

Type of shit you need a vest for

Type of shit that can't be fixed with high test scores

Getting pressed more as the fame builds

But my shrink keep prescribing me the same pills

Can't kill a motherf**ker just for looking at me

Even though I know his ass is plottin when he looking at me

Statute of limitations on a murder is

Non-existent if I hit him I'll be serving years

This morning I woke up dead

Comatose two shots to the head

Finally got me that's what they said

This morning I woke up dead

This morning I woke up dead

Comatose two shots to the head

Finally got me that's what they said

This morning I woke up dead

For years I've been having dreams that I get shot

Then them niggas go runnin' up the block

Me and terry just chillin' at the spot

They pull up in the cutlass start bustin then I drop

Start running I collapse on the corner

Neighbors start yellin' somebody call the coroner

Standing over me blood on my denim

Kinda like omar did snoop when he hit em

Wreath wrapped up in blue ribbon

Nobody at the funeral knew that I was crippin'

Well I'm not but on the block who isn't

If you kick it on the spot then it don't make a difference

You can get shot just because you with 'em

And every cop thinkin' that you fit the description

Getting older as my life gets shorter

Living with post traumatic stress disorder

This morning I woke up dead

Comatose two shots to the head

Finally got me that's what they said

This morning I woke up dead

This morning I woke up dead

Comatose two shots to the head

Finally got me that's what they said

This morning I woke up dead

I asked my mama not to move up out the hood

She f**ked around and she moved to inglewood

And to her everything is all good

Cause she doesn't understand if she never understood

Niggas looking at me all crazy

I'm standing on the corner with my baby

Ready for whatever cause that's how the streets made me

Ain't a f**kin' thing changed in this city since the 80s