Atu - Dreams of an Insomniac lyrics

[Verse 1] It's that pressure, but I'm solid like them steel pipes Still screaming that real until these n***as crash my windpipe Paying a perfect picture I'm tired of being broke I need that bread, I need that bread I'm just tired to have this hope n***a I want it all I really thought I told n***as If it ain't about us it's hard to convert with you Before discussions about functions not in your budget And this sh** got me sick But a part of n***a love it And when Allen got his cover We figured we started something We went from checked my email To n***as checking they luggage I and my carry on I just lost my cousin but I carry on Cause I told them I'll be a Don, no Pérignon So can you tell me how I feel? Ain't none of my n***as ate but you'll be bragging bout yo meal Cause sh**, I don't make so many promises and burned so many bridges That's coming up sure ain't even in the picture, my n***a You will never know how I feel It's only me and two others who got me my f**ing deal Immaculate Taste'll tell me: "When you blow, boy don't forget me" Well, what if I don't Will you forgive me? [Verse 2] It's sickening, made me thought of my n***as missing in action So I practice and keep it pimping Lack is not my description When all what you do is dream But it seems like every n***a be pinching These blogs won't give me a hit So I'm screaming: "f** with their picture, I'm a stay me Tryna make a living, pray a n***a never play me" Nothings been the same since I been talk as of lately Cause all I see is dope and hope coming from the hood Where all of my n***as trained to go Thugging in these streets Mommas praying that they make it home Cause none of them n***as are trained to grow They all got pictures and I'm the n***a to paint it though Screaming: "Life a b**h" And I'm like ain't it though [Interlude] And I mean, I ain't even really wanna you know Put yall in that position to hear that sh** But I mean like sometimes like When a n***a need answers And all he come up with is more questions Like, sh** get hectic Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do right? sh**, I do [Verse 3] I promised my brothers I'd never fold I cultivated my art and then I learn to pick my soul Piece by piece until I found me In these sheets of paper I used to write up in my room, every week I got dreams for being on stage, Pop Why you still want me to stay, Pop? I got to go and get it on my own Cause when I do, they recite my songs They recite my songs And it's hard not to feel alone