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 in the same picture but we all got different poses

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, I’m Blood like a scar

I’m Weezy F baby and the F aint 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

I knew I was going to jail I would have f-cked my attorney

If you sleeping on me, than I hope you toss and turning

I’m so cold I’m hypothermic, ask yo girl she will confirm it

Yeah,

Now what we doing with it

You keep opening ya grill, I’m barbecuing with it

I know my shit already tight so I aint screwing with it

Some say this shit 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

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 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 aint for fear

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