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Nightmares Of The Bottom - text

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Sleeping at the top, nightmares of the bottom
Everybody wanna be fly till you swat ‘em
But who am I to talk? I ain’t shittin’ 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
Searching for today, instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right back, man I’ll see what I’ll find tomorrow
Young Money CMR, blood like a scar
Weezy F Baby and the F ain’t for Flaw
Uhh, uhh
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Yep, yep, yep, yep
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
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 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 sleeping on me nigga then I hope you toss and turning
I’m so cold I’m hypothermic, ask your bitch she will confirm it
Yeah, now what we doing with it?
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
Okay 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
Uhh, yeah, uhh
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
And it go yep, yep, yep, yep
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Uh, call me killer cause I make a killin’
I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon
That’s 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 bitches think they fly, like Tinkerbell
But they all on my wire, like Stringer Bell
I let ‘em be, cause you know how that sting will 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 train 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
Uh, yeah
[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne]
And I ain’t doing nothin’ but getting my share
Breathin’ this air
And Mack moms told me she gon’ keep me in her prayers
So I’m feeling alright, I’m tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip then 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
Uhh

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