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 s**ttin` roses
We in the same picture but we all got different poses
Na 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
Searching for today instead I found tomorrow
And I put that s**t right back man I`ll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money CMR, Blood like a scar
Weezy F baby and the F aint for "Flaw"
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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 bulls**t don`t concern me
If I knew I was going to jail I would have f**ked my attorney
If you sleeping on me ni**a, 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 s**t 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 son`s choose wiser
And don`t call me sir, call me survivor
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Yeah
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and it

Call me killa coz i make a killing
I got this s**t 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`re fly like Tinkerbell
but they all on my wire like Stringer Bell
I let em Bee, coz you know how that stinger feels
know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
and I f**k up any track, train derail
know how to roll, never need training wheels
and when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
uhhh, all or nothing, or nothing else
I bleed reality, I should cut myself
just have a bowl of riches, and a cup of wealth
and the "F" is for F**k yourself
uhhh, 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 ni**as 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 aint for fear
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