[Intro]

Monday morning, June 3rd, I woke up out my sleep
Palm sweaty, shirt drenched, and my leg feelin' weak
I ain't no stranger to bad dreams, but this time it was different
'Cause I had seen a homicide, and the killer wasn't me

[Verse 1]
Is it PTSD? It kinda got me intrigued
Shit, is it God? Man, I really don't know what to believe
Is it demons, or an answer from them times that I weep?
Or a message from them times when i did shit in the streets?
Cut-dope, Rob n***as, fuck hoes, pop pistols
We done did it all, but we was tryna ball
If I had the chance to go back, I wouldn't do that shit at all
But at the end, when you go broke, who is you gon' call?

[Verse 2]
Back to the dream, I stood over myself
Feel like God tellin' me I should get over myself
They say old pride get too high, then it result you in death
But we go broke, then we say, "Fuck it," we resortin' to theft
I can't even take it, nod off, I doze off—him son wake me up
He be takin' drugs now and hopin' it make him numb
I play the head game—that there, it wasn't no fun
Finally ran me up some money, realized it wasn't nothin'
[Chorus]
Don't think this pape gon' make you happy
Got a bill of every color, ain't seen a rainbow since I stacked it
Shit, all it brought was fake love and n***as tryna dap me
But I know that's how it go inside this world, so I'm adaptin'
And I keep on seein' flashes of the blood on the Benz
Holes in my hoodie and some blood on my skin
Got a good look at my killer, but he look like me
But I wouldn't do it to myself, so I just don't understand
I just don't understand

[Outro]
Lord, talk to me please, I'm doin' all I can
I just dropped to my knees and gave it all to the man
It's gon' be alright
Just chill, you'll be alright—it's gon' be alright
(Gang)