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
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’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”

Yep, yeah, yep, yep

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
If 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 [bad word] she will confirm it
Yeah,
Now what we doing with it
You keep opening ya grill, I’m barbequeing 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

Uh, call me killer cause I make a killin
I got this [bad word] wrapped up, bow and a ribbon
Thats 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 [bad word] think they fly, like tinkerbell
But they 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 f-ck up any track, train derail
Know how to roll, never need training wheels
And when the [bad word] 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 is for F-ck Yourself

And I aint doing nothin’ but getting my share
Breathin’ this air
And Mack mom’s 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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