Nightmares Of The Bottom

Sleepin at the top, nightmares of the bottom
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat em
But who am I to talk? I aint s*ittinroses
We in the same picture but we all got different poses
Now Im looking in my rear view, I see the world in it
I try to slow down, and I get rear ended
Pause! Like a red light, Im dead right!
Highway to Heaven , God do you see my headlights?
They say 'you dont know what youre doing till you stop doing it'
Well call me clueless cause I do this
Attention all shooters, Im a shooting star
Life is a course and Imma shoot for Par
Im searching for today instead I found tomorrow
And I put that s*it right back like Ill see what I find tomorrow
Young Money CMR, blood like a scar
Im Weezy F baby and the F aint for 'Flaw'
Its like I have it all
But I dont have to worry
Married to the money, a true love story
Only God can judge me, I dont need a jury
Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security
Back to my journey, that bulls*it dont concern me
If I knew I was going to jail I would have f****d my attorney
If you sleeping on me *****, than I hope you toss and turning
Im so cold Im hypothermic, ask yo ***** she will confirm it, yeah,
Now what we doing with it
You keep opening ya grill, Im barbecuing with it
I know my s*it already tight so I aint screwing with it
Some say this game is a joke well I hope they get it
OK, Im walking on needles,sticking to the point
Yeah the streets is talking, Im familiar with the voice
Im a gangsta by choice I hope my sons choose wiser
And dont call me sir, call me survivor, uh
Yeah , uh...
Uh, call me killercause I make a killing
I got this s*it wrapped up, bow and a ribbon
Thats them twin Glocks, you can callem siblings
And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribbling
I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
These b*****s think they fly like Tinkerbell
But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell
I letem be,cause you know how that stinger feel
Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
And I **** up any track; train derail
Know how to roll, never need training wheels
And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
Uh, all or nothing, or nothing else
I bleed reality, I should cut myself
Just had a bowl of riches and a cup of wealth
And the 'F' is for **** yourself
Uh, yeah
And I aint doing nothinbut getting my share
Breathin this air
If Macks mom told me she gonna keep me in her prayers
So Im feeling alright Im tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip than Imma meet ya there
To my ****** in the game, keep the game fair
Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer
Im tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear
Weezy F baby and the F aint for fear
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