Nightmares Of The Bottom E

Sleeping at the top, nightmares of the bottom. Everybody wanna be fly 'til you spot 'em. But who am I to talk? I ain't shitting 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 doing 'til 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'ma shoot the 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, blood like a scar. Weese the F baby, and the F ain't for Flaw. Uh. Uh. 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 nothing's 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, then I hope You toss and turning. I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, Ask your bitch, she will confirm it, yeah. Now what we doing with it? Keep opening your 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. Okay, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point. Yeah, the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the Voice. I'm a gangster by choice, I hope my Sons choose wiser. And don't call me sir, call me survivor. Uh. Yeah. Uh. Yeah, Yeah, 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 could 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 them 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 train wheels. And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills. Uh, all or nothing, all 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 moms told me she gon' keep me In her prayers. So I'm feeling all right, I'm tryna stay aware. And if you on a trip, then I'ma meet You 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 ghosts disappear. Weese the F baby, and the F ain't for Fear. Uh.