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    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 shittin' 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'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 shit right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow
    Young Money CMR, 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 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 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, than I hope you toss and turning
    I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will confirm it

    Now what we doing with it
    You keep opening ya 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

    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, 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 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 fly like tinkerbell,
    But they all on my wire like stringer bell.
    I let 'em 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 training wheels
    And when the truth 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 "F" is for fuck yourself.

    And I ain't doing nothin' but getting my share
    Breathin' this air
    And Mack's mom told me she gonna 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 F baby and the "F" ain't for fear

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