Lil' Wayne - Nightmares Of The Bottom Lyrics

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[Verse 1]

Sleeping at the top nightmares of the bottom

Everybody wanna be fly until you swat em

But who am I to talk? I aint shitting roses

We in the same picture but we all got different poses

Im looking in my rearview I see the world in it

I try to slow down and I get rear-ended

Pause! Like a red light Im dead right?

Highway to Heaven God: Do you see my headlights?

They say you dont know what youre doing til you stop doing it

Well call me clueless cause I do this

Attention all shooters Im a shooting star

Life is a course and I'mma shoot for Par

Im searching for today instead I found tomorrow

And I put that shit right back like Ill see what I find tomorrow

Young Money CMR Blood like a scar

Im Weezy F baby and the F ain't for flaw

[Verse 2]

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 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 turnin'

I'm so cold I'm hypothermic ask your girl she will confirm it yeah

Now where we going with it?

You keep opening your 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 sons choose wiser

And don't call me "Sir" call me "Sir-viv-or"

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[Verse 3]

Uh call me killer cause I make a killin

I got this shit wrapped up bow and a ribbon

Thats them twin Glocks you can call them siblings

And them bullets travel betta 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 stingll 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

[Verse 4]

And I aint doing nothing but with my share breathe this air

And Macks Mom told me she gon' keep me in her prayers

So Im feeling alright Im trying to stay aware

And if you want to trip then I'mma meet you there

To my niggas in the game keep the game fair

Players play coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer

Im trying to keep spirit when the ghost disappear

Weezy F. Baby and the F aint for fear

Uh

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