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 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'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

I'm Weezy F baby and the F aint for "Flaw"

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 f-cked my attorney

If you sleeping on me nigga, than I hope you toss and turning

I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo girl she will confirm it

Yeah,

Now where we going with it

You keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it

I know my shit already tight so I aint 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 sons choose wiser

And don't call me sir, call me survivor

Yeah

Uh, 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 them siblings

And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribblin

I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails

These bitches think they fly, like tinkerbell

But the all on my wire like Stringer Bell

I let them be, cause you know how the sting?ll 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

And Mack?s mom told me she gon' keep me in her prayers

So I?m feeling alright, I?m trying to stay aware

And if you want to trip, then I'mma meet you there

To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair

Players play, coaches coach, and cheerleaders cheer

I?m trying to keep spirit when the ghost disappear

Weezy F. Baby and the F ain?t for fear, uh