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Nightmares
Hip-Hop/Rap
Nightmares was released on July 11, 2025 by J$ Records as a part of the album Soul
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AlbumSoul
Release DateJuly 11, 2025
LabelJ$ Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kyrie
Kyrie
Rap
Kyra
Kyra
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ky'ell Leathers
Ky'ell Leathers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ky'ell Leathers
Ky'ell Leathers
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah
Ay pull up to my hood, find your way out
Better get up out my spot this ain't no take out
Glock shooting up at your feet, hit your waist down
Yeah I need more, I been moving with no brakes now
Let me get this off my chest I ain't got no time to waste now
Yeah praying for all y'all souls, know we need it
Ay I'm finna pick up my bible, I'm gone read it
We don't need nothing in this world, but we need Jesus
Look, streets cold I'm finna slide with my heater
My **** caught a case, now he talking through that speaker
Fast life, got me running from my demons
God in my life, cause' if I fall I'm gonna need Him
Yeah **** play with us we gonna pave him on that cement
Know we counting up seven figures you can't see this
Opps lurking on me, I had to move a lil different
Yeah I ain't beefing on that net, I just mind my business
But if it's pressure, you know we apply it with precision
When you sign that contract you for the gang there ain't no switching
I play my cards the right way when I do my shuffle
I don't do no attempts, if it's up then you know we busting
Up top, ain't no one on ones, we slide with a couple
Mask on tight you can't see who it was, can't see nothing
Leave all my opps stretched out like they doing lunges
Know if you broke as fuck get out my face, delete my number
Real trench baby, you know I was raised in that jungle
Glock sound like thunder, finna make that whole block rumble
I used to move packs, I had to work in that duffle
Now it's straight rap but I still got that shit tucked though
Had to cut ties with lame **** we straight cutthroat
Baby you don't know
On and on
My dreams and nightmares roaming
Baby bring me closer
To home
To home
Home
Home
Yeah racks in my denim, got me walking like I'm limping
**** got a forty, call it grant how he pimping
I'm cut from that cloth all them **** ain't built in
Cross me ima send a soul straight to the ceiling
Teeth white, I smile on these **** I straight glisten
Yeah praying up to the Lord cause' this life get risky
Glock on my side in case a **** moving iffy
Yeah all black truck, slide through ain't no pity
Yeah leave a whole block taped off you in my city
They say I'm a magician the way this shit getting tricky
Yeah, pray to the Lord, this life to cold
Yeah, stick up on my lap, in case an opp to bold
I done ran out of chances, and the streets don't fold
My heart turning black, you know I can't trust no soul
Money on my mind, you know I can't chase no hoe
And I'm just keeping it real, you know we stay in that zone
Yeah watch out for my friends keep away from foes
Slide through they block, leave it empty and they froze
I was in the field, double back where the real don't go
Yeah only thing I fear is the Man in control
Baby you don't know
On and on
My dreams and nightmares roaming
Baby bring me closer
To home
To home
Home
Home
Written by: Ky'ell Leathers
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