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 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 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 the all on my wire like Stringer Bell I let them be cause you know how the sting'll 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 uh 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 Uhhh