Nightmares Of The Bottom lyrics

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 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

I'm 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, blood like a scar

Weezy F baby and the F ain't for "Flaw"

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(Uh)

(Yup, yup, yup, yup)

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 yo bitch she will confirm it, yeah,

Now what we doing with it

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,

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(Yeah)

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(And they go yup, yup, yup, yup)

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Call me killer 'cause I make a killing

I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon

That's them twin Glocks, you can call 'em siblings

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

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(Yeah)

And I ain't doing nothin' but getting my share

Breathin' this air

And Mack's mom told me she gonna 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

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• Artist:Lil Wayne
• Album:"Tha Carter IV" (2011)