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"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 ain't shittin' roses
We in the same picture but we all got different poses
I'm 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, 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 this
Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting star
Life is a course and I'm a shoot for Par
Searching for today instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right back man I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money CMR, I'm Blood like a scar
I'm Weezy F baby and the F ain't for "Flaw"

Uuuuhn, uuuuuhn, yep, yep, yep, yep,

It's like I have it all
But I don't have to worry
Married to the money, a true love story
Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury
Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security
Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me
I knew I was going to jail I would have fucked my attorney
If you sleeping on me, than I hope you toss and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will confirm it
Yeah,
Now what we doing with it
You keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwing with it
Some say this game is a joke well I hope they get it
Ok, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point
Yeah the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir, call me survivor

Uhhhn, Yeah, uhhh, [laughs] and it go, yep, yep, yep, yep,

Uhhhn
Call me killer, cause I make a killin,
I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon,
That's them twin glocks, you can call them siblins,
And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribblin,
I touch the sky get the clouds out my finger nails,
These bitches think they fly like tinker bell,
But they all on my wire like stringer bell,
I let em bee, cause you know how that
Stinger feel,
Know how to whip that white girl,
I can spank her tail,
And I fuck up any track, train derailed,
Know how to roll,
Never need trainin wheels
And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills,
Uhhhhn all or nothin, or nothin else,
I bleed reality, I should cut myself,
Just had a bowl or riches, and a cup wealth,
And the f is for fuck yourself
Uhhhh

And I ain't doing nothin' but getting my share
Breathin' this air
And Mack mama told me she gon keep me in her prayers
So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip than I'm a meet ya there
To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair
Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer
I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear
Weezy F baby and the F ain't for fear
Uhhh

[Thanks to emil31 for correcting these lyrics]

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