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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] right back like I’ll see what I find tomorrow
 Young Money CMR, I’m Blood like a scar
 I’m Weezy baby and the aint for “Flaw”

It’s like I have it all
 But I don’t have to worry
 Married to the money, a [bad word] 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 [bad word] don’t concern me
 I knew I was going to jail I would have f-cked my attorney
 If you sleeping on me, than I hope you toss and turning
 I’m so cold I’m hypothermic, ask yo girl she will confirm it
 Yeah,
 Now what we doing with it
 You keep opening ya grill, I’m barbecuing with it
 I know my [bad word] already tight so I aint [bad word] with it
 Some say this [bad word] 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
 Yeah

And I aint doing nothin’ but getting my share
 Breathin’ this air
 If Miss Rochelle 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’mma 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 baby and the aint for fear
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