Nightmares Of The Bottom
Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottomEverybody wanna be fly til you swat 'emBut who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' rosesWe in the same picture but we all got different posesNow I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world in itI try to slow down, and I get rear endedPause! Like a red light, I'm dead right!Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?They say "you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it"Well call me clueless cause I do thisAttention all shooters, I'm a shooting starLife is a course and I'm a shoot for ParI'm searching for today instead I found tomorrowAnd I put that shit right back man I'll see what I find tomorrowYoung Money CMR, blood like a scarWeezy F baby and the F ain't for "Flaw"
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It's like I have it allBut I don't have to worryMarried to the money, a true love storyOnly God can judge me, I don't need a juryNothing standing in my way, like nothings my securityBack to my journey, that bullshit don't concern meIf I knew I was going to jail I would have fucked my attorneyIf you sleeping on me nigga, than I hope you toss and turningI'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will confirm it, yeah,Now what we doing with itKeep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with itI know my shit already tight so I ain't screwing with itSome say this game is a joke well I hope they get itOK, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the pointYeah the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voiceI'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiserAnd don't call me sir, call me survivor,
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Call me killer 'cause I make a killingI got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbonThat's them twin Glocks, you can call 'em siblingsAnd them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribblingI touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernailsThese bitches think they fly like Tinkerbell,But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell.I let 'em be, 'cause you know how that stinger feel.Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tailAnd I fuck up any track; train derailKnow how to roll, never need training wheelsAnd when the truth hurts, I pop pain pillsUh, all or nothing, or nothing elseI bleed reality, I should cut myselfJust had a bowl of riches and a cup of wealthAnd the "F" is for fuck yourself
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And I ain't doing nothin' but getting my shareBreathin' this airAnd Mack's mom told me she gonna keep me in her prayersSo I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay awareAnd if you wanna trip than I'm a meet ya thereTo my niggas in the game, keep the game fairPlayers play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheerI'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappearWeezy F baby and the F ain't for fear
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