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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 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'm a 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 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 I knew I was going to jail I would have fucked 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 SongtexteYeah, 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 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 ain't 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'm a 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 Uhhh Aus Songtexte Mania