Lyrics Hectic - Sleepy D, Mozzy, E-Mozzy

Hectic

Wake up in the morning
Ain’t that a blessing
Having nightmares got me reaching for my weapon
Keep it on my hip, It’s hectic in my section
Having nightmares got me reaching for my weapon
The street shit got my stressin'
The street shit got my stressin'
The street shit got my stressin'
Having nightmares got me reaching for my weapon
Shooter gang locking in
Motherfuck the opposition
You know it’s one up top in the esophagus
shit
I’m just being honest my lil niggas is in company
He ain’t graduate from junior high he couldn’t accomplish it
Funk will never die out
They tryna wiggle out of it
Wet we don’t do it for acknowledgement
Stacking for these lawyer fees and bail fuck a scholarship
In Mozzy circle internal affair of politics
Backed on the homie for woofing I’m on that kinda shit
Ain’t no permissions when I’m sliding on my momma kids
Child of the slums having visions of me dying in it
If there occupants in your vehicle I’ll fire in it
If you die today I’ma ride today
And my biggest weapon gone find a place
To go and spray that shit
Cause I don’t play that shit
One day you here next day you gone
It’s all the same ass shit
We eat, sleep and breathe homicide
And full in love with that shit
I’ve been in the streets
I’m so in love with that bitch
I’m so in love with this bullshit
I’m so in love with getting rich
I’m 'bout it, 'til the day I go
Even more in love with my clique
No recreational sports to fall on hitting licks
Falling out with some niggas
Now it’s time for them to get hit
That love used to be love
Now the love ain’t shit
I’m stressing, for a blessing
It’s hectic, in my section
Everyday gotta keep a weapon for offense and my protection
Sleepy
Wake up in the morning
Ain’t that shit a blessing
Having bad dreams got me reaching for my weapon
I lost a couple bands but I took that as a lesson
I used my book smarts and street smarts as a weapon
Keep it real
A lot of niggas don’t make it out my section
Can’t fit
You’d rather drop a tale that squeeze your pistol
Be prepared
Cause anybody gang gone
You got snakes
Standing there standing in line trying to kill you
Make them niggas duck and hide
Every time we slide through
Every time I pull my firearm I’m trying to kill you
Making niggas choosing sides
You don’t slide it’s an issue
Making niggas choosing sides
You don’t slide it’s an issue