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Nightmares
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Rap
Nightmares was released on November 11, 2025 by Signal Records/Columbia as a part of the album Nightmares - Single
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Release DateNovember 11, 2025
LabelSignal Records/Columbia
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM59

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FBG Murda
FBG Murda
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cayto Rivers
Cayto Rivers
Composer, Lyrics
Eliu Zamora
Eliu Zamora
Composer, Lyrics
Jose Luis Reynoso-Contreras
Jose Luis Reynoso-Contreras
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
prodydl
prodydl
Producer
Hozay
Hozay
Producer

Lyrics

(No way, Hozay)
Mm, thankful I couldn't go (Prod YDL)
Mad as fuck in a hospital bed, on a whole lot of meds, sellin' dices
Uh
They were hopin' I check, but I couldn't go (No, I couldn't go)
Mad as fuck in a hospital bed, I'm just glad I ain't dead, how I'm still here? I don't even know (I don't even know)
I'm guessin' that God got a plan 'cause He reached for my hand, think He want a young **** to blow (Think He want a young **** to blow)
Seven holes from that leg, full of pain, on a whole lot of meds, tell the doctor just bring my dope (Just bring my dope)
But I'm still shinin', still covered up in these diamonds, so your bitch still gon' go (Your bitch still gon' go)
We still inclinin', they ain't even close to my kind, finna go buy my momma a home (Finna go buy my momma a home)
They know why they dyin', **** wanna troll me and mine like his brothers ain't dead and gone (His brothers ain't dead and gone)
But this ain't the time, yeah, this shit fuck with my pride, but I ain't finna get in that mode (I ain't finna get in that mode)
Any **** can pick up a mic and punch you and what he write, but that don't mean shit no more (That that don't mean shit no more)
OG used to tell me do right, lived a hell of a life, grow up fast, I was tryna be grown (I was just tryna be grown)
I keep pourin' lean all night, cream soda on ice, tryna stop, but some shit hit home (That shit hit home)
My daughter, she settled for life, she gon' get what she like, if you want, baby, get you some more (Baby, get you some more)
I'ma keep gettin' high, all my red hearts in the sky, I'm just wishin' that they ain't go (I'm just wishin' that they ain't go)
It's just me and my bitch in the ride, know I'm dickin' her down, that's as soon as we makin' it home (That's as soon as we makin' it home)
Them ****, they kept switchin' sides, so fuck all of them guys, they ain't loyal, ain't with me no more (Ain't with me no more)
Got some money and still would slide, I'm a boss and a worker, they know I can play any role (They know I can play any role)
Ayy, fuck all them guys, they changed, I just stay in my lane, I'm tryna get to the guap (I'm tryna get to the work)
And bang for me 'cause I hang, get the fuck out my way, lost some souls on the way to the top (I lost souls on the way to the top)
I 'member that day in the booth was just me and Jefe, he had told me this shit finna pop (Had told me this shit finna pop)
So turnt, I don't know what to do, got a whole lot to loot, I'm just prayin' this shit never stop (I'm prayin' this shit never stop)
The label just offered a mill' and this shit gettin' real, I wish Lil Hank was here to come see it (Hank was here to come see it)
Fuck all the people that doubted me, act like they proud, back then they told me I wouldn't be here (They told me I wouldn't be here)
Now I'm in LA in a foreign, fast lane, engine roarin' and that bitch red color seated (Red color seats)
This bitch on my line, gettin' annoyin', I'm tryna avoid her, bitch need go 'head and beat it (Bitch need go 'head and beat it, uh, uh)
They were hopin' I check, but I couldn't go (No, I couldn't go)
Mad as fuck in a hospital bed, I'm just glad I ain't dead, how I'm still here? I don't even know (I don't even know)
I'm guessin' that God got a plan 'cause He reached for my hand, guess He want a young **** to blow (Think He want a young **** to blow)
Seven holes from that leg, full of pain, on a whole lot of meds, tell the doctor just bring my dope (Tell the doctor just bring my dope)
But I'm still shinin', still covered up in these diamonds, so your bitch still gon' go (Your bitch still gon' go)
We still inclinin', they ain't even close to my kind, finna go buy my momma a home (Finna go buy my mom a home)
They know why they dyin', **** wanna troll me and mine like his brothers ain't dead and gone (His brothers ain't dead and gone)
But this ain't the time, yeah, this shit fuck with my pride, but I ain't finna get in that mode (I ain't finna get in that mode)
Uh, uh, oh, no, I ain't finna get in that mode
Uh, uh, they want me to check, but nah, know I couldn't go
They thought I was dead, nah I had—
Nah, I couldn't go
Nah, uh, nah, for real
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Written by: Cayto Rivers, Eliu Zamora, Jose Luis Reynoso-Contreras
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