Nigeria
[Intro]
(Surg1!)
[Chorus]
In the dead of the night, I had these dreams
In the dead of the night, I had these dreams
In the dead of the night, I had these dreams
In the dead of the night, I had these dreams
In the dead of the night, I had these dreams
In the dead of the night, I had these dreams (Mane, this go hard, me and Deadzz, naw im sayin?)
In the dead of the night, I had thеse dreams
(We finna spit somе shit I guess)
In the dead of the night, I had these dreams
(ayy)
[Verse 1: Surg1]
That boy got a backhand slap (yuh)
With the new back strap (yuh)
They couldn’t wait to strip so they can sit on that bitches ass (ayy)
Rhymes be so abstract
Feeling like it’s all that (yeah)
I ain’t really feelin it when they talk about cap (ahh)
I be drinking water it’s that Niagara
Then I see someone stroking like she puttin on Viagra (uh huh)
Stop talkin’ all that shit bruh
Weed on the blunt, puff smoke
Lean back, drinkin’ coke
Lotta people’s lifes be comin to a close
The last thing I saw was love
I then saw hope
I then praise like Allah (what)
Yet felt pain with lungs full of smoke (what)
Chains in my wallet, straight up my boy, I ain’t going broke
[Chorus]
In the dead of the night, I had these dreams
In the dead of the night, I had these dreams
In the dead of the night, I had these dreams
In the dead of the night, I had these dreams
In the dead of the night, I had these dreams
In the dead of the night, I had these dreams
In the dead of the night, I had these dreams
In the dead of the night, I had these dreams
[Verse 2: Deadzz]
This is the return of the deadzz, movin’ da feds
Chop up, make ‘em bullets, family dead
Oh my god fire up, fa fa fa
Oh my god we fired up, fa fa fa
Got chains, you in the gulag
Wulag, that Drew McIntire, that fire
This is out god damn desires
Mentality, to keep it (?) you gotta live in reality
Decay mentality, ayy (?) movin’ reality
With Kid Cudi, man on the moon!
Ay, DC The Don, got no boobs!
Ay, got no boobs, ay ay ay
‘Cause you rappin’, you think you will take n*gga but you ain’t
But mane, I make ‘em dead, I make ‘em faint
Pain, they made the choppa, you a saint
Mane bruh I don’t think so, you don’t got the bait (huh)
Oh my god, government tryna find me but they can’t sight
Style against the side, its in my eyes
He blast off into the skies
Yeah, I got peena punk
Heh, I got peena punk
AY, I got peena punk, ay nigeria
Ah ah, I got peena punk
Ay, I got peena punk
Ay, I got peena punk, ay nigeria
Ah!
[Outro: Deadzz]
Lil Mane Choppa make it
While we pop smoke, boom boom ba ba ba!
Deadzz over here, what you think you talkin' about nigga
Get the fuck up, boom boom boom
