Nightmares of the Bottom

Sleepin at the top nightmares of the bottom
Everybody wanna be fly til you spot em
But who am I to talk, I ain’t shittin roses
we in the same picture but all we all got different poses
now I’m lookin in my rearview, 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 whatchu doin til you stop doin it
well call me clueless, cos I do this
attention all shooters, I’m a shootin star
life is a course, and Imma shoot for par
searching for today, instead I found tomorrow
an d I put that shit right back man I’ll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money see em all, blood like a scar
Weezy F Baby, and the F ain’t for flaw
It’s like I have it all, but I don’t have to worry
married to the money, a true to love story
only God can judge me, I don’t need a jury
nothin standin 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 sleepin on me nigga then I hope you toss and turnin
I’m so cold I’m hypothermic, ask your bitch, she wil confirm it, yea
now we’ll be doin with it
keep opening your grill I’m barbequeing with it
I know my shit already tight so I I ain’t screwin with it
some say this game is a joke, well I hope they get it
ok, I’m walkin on needles, stickin to the point
yeah the streets is talkin, I’m familiar with their voice
I’m gangsta by choice, I hope my sons choose wiser
and don’t call me sir, call me survivor
Uh, call me killer cos I make a killing
I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon
that’s them fling glocks, you could call em siblings
and them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribblin
I touch the sky, get the clouds out of my fingernails
these bitches think they fly like Tinkerbell
but they all on my while like stringer bell
I let em be, cos you know how that single 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 trainin wheels
and when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
uh, all or nothin 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
and I ain’t doin nothin but gettin my share, breathin this air
and mac moms told me she gonna keep me in her prayers
so I’m feelin alright, I’m tryin to stay aware
and if you wanna trip, then Imma 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 F ain’t for fear