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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
Now I'm lookin' 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'r doing till you
doing it-
Well call me clueless cause I do this
attention all shooters, I'm a
shooting star
Life is a course and I'mma
shoot for par
I'm searching for today
instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right
back like I'll see what I find
tomorrow
Young Money CMR, blood
like a scar
Weezy F Baby and
the F ain't for -Flaw-
Ohhh!!
Ohhh!!
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
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
If I knew I was going to jail I
would have fucked my
attorney
if you sleeping on me nigga,
than I hope you toss and
turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic,
ask you bitch she will confirm
it, yeah,
now what we doing whit it
You keep openinf ya grill, I'm
barbecuing whit it
I know my shit already tight
so I ain't screwing whit 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 whit the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I
hope my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir,
call me survivor
uh..
yeah
uh..
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Uh
call me killer 'cause I make a
killing
I got this shit grapped up,
bow and a ribbon
That's them twin Glocks, you
can call 'em sliblings
and them bullets travel,
better hope I keep dribbling
I touch the sky, get the
clouds out my fingernails
these 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 tail
and I fuck 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 Fuck
yourself
Uh
Yeah. And I ain't doing
nothing but
getting my share
breathing this air
Mack's mom told me she
gonna keep me in her prayers
so I'm feeling alrigth I'm
tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip than
I'mma meet ya there
to my niggas in the game
keep the game fair
Players play, coaches coach,
and cheerleader cheer
I'm tryna keep spirit when
the ghost disappear
Weezy F Baby and the F ain't
for fear
Uh
