| Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom
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| Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em
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| But who am I to talk? |
| I ain’t shittin' roses
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| We in in the same picture but we all got different poses
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| I’m looking in my rear view, I see the world in it
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| I try to slow down, and I get rear ended
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| Pause! |
| Like a red light, I’m dead right!
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| Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?
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| They say «you don’t know what you’re doing till you stop doing it»
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| Well call me clueless cause I do this
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| Attention all shooters, I’m a shooting star
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| Life is a course and I’mma shoot for Par
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| I’m searching for today instead I found tomorrow
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| And I put that shit right back like I’ll see what I find tomorrow
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| Young Money CMR, I’m Blood like a scar
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| I’m Weezy F baby and the F aint for «Flaw»
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| It’s like I have it all
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| But I don’t have to worry
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| Married to the money, a true love story
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| Only God can judge me, I don’t need a jury
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| Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security
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| Back to my journey, that bullshit don’t concern me
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| I knew I was going to jail I would have f-cked my attorney
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| If you sleeping on me, than I hope you toss and turning
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| I’m so cold I’m hypothermic, ask yo girl she will confirm it
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| Yeah,
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| Now what we doing with it
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| You keep opening ya grill, I’m barbecuing with it
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| I know my shit already tight so I aint screwing with it
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| Some say this shit is a joke well I hope they get it
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| Ok, I’m walking on needles, sticking to the point
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| Yeah the streets is talking, I’m familiar with the voice
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| I’m a gangsta by choice I hope my son’s choose wiser
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| And don’t call me sir, call me survivor
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| Yeah
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| And I aint doing nothin' but getting my share
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| Breathin' this air
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| If Miss Rochelle told me she gon keep me in her prayers
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| So I’m feeling alright I’m tryna stay aware
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| And if you wanna trip than I’mma meet ya there
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| To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair
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| Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer
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| I’m tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear
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| Weezy F baby and the F aint for fear
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| Uhhh |