NIGHTMARE English Translation Lyrics by Myke Towers
Since I was little, many people tried to sell me dreams
That’s why today I’m their nightmare; I envy nothing—I own my means
They try to flex with cars, jewels, and women that aren’t even theirs
I stack up my cash and light up a smoke; if you want to see how it’s done, I’ll share
Since I was little, many people tried to sell me dreams
That’s why today I’m their nightmare; I envy nothing—I own my means
They try to flex with cars, jewels, and women that aren’t even theirs
I stack up my cash and light up a smoke; if you want to see how it’s done, I’ll share
My squad rolled up, and yours looked scared stiff
Your plans, bro—I was the one who wrecked them, left them adrift
We stepped out, and they were left dry,
Like the panties of all their girls nearby
If there’s a bill to pay, they better move fast
They went from bosses to lackeys—these clowns climb ranks too fast
Here, cross the line, and you’ll lose your life
And no one cares who you are or the strife
Respect to the leaders, old and new; free all my boys—let them go, too
With all the betrayal, it hardens the skin; truth be told, one more won’t sting
If someone gets cocky, I’ll send a girl on a bike, but just so her helmet wings
Yeah, since I was little, many people tried to sell me dreams
That’s why today I’m their nightmare; I envy nothing—I own my means
They try to flex with cars, jewels, and women that aren’t even theirs
I stack up my cash and light up a smoke; if you want to see how it’s done, I’ll share
Since I was little, many people tried to sell me dreams
That’s why today I’m their nightmare; I envy nothing—I own my means
They try to flex with cars, jewels, and women that aren’t even theirs
I stack up my cash and light up a smoke; if you want to see how it’s done, I’ll share
Don’t come to me with dreams—I’m not buying
I chase them down and make them real; that’s why I break expectations without trying
For me, it’s about proving, not bragging
Anyone who throws shots ends up lacking
They’re forcing it to make it in music—they’ve got a better chance at the lotto
They watch what I do while I ride the streets in the H-1 auto
I’ve got an Indian girl who rolls for me if I give her the smoke signal motto
There might be better or worse ones out there, but none like me—I’m the lotto
I give respect to the greats, even those who tried to stunt but couldn’t face me
These girls want to trap me like Maripily did Roberto Alomar lately
That’s why when they come to see me, they don’t head to the VIP—they aim lower, stately
I flipped that—sorry, baby, I was wrong, plainly
They have nightmares watching me win, it’s crazy
Now I’m buying Chanel for the best reporter on the channel, daily
Young Kings, baby (Yeah)
Since I was little, many people tried to sell me dreams
That’s why today I’m their nightmare; I envy nothing—I own my means
They try to flex with cars, jewels, and women that aren’t even theirs
I stack up my cash and light up a smoke; if you want to see how it’s done, I’ll share
Since I was little, many people tried to sell me dreams
That’s why today I’m their nightmare; I envy nothing—I own my means
They try to flex with cars, jewels, and women that aren’t even theirs
I stack up my cash and light up a smoke; if you want to see how it’s done, I’ll share