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Sleepinâ at the top, nightmares of the bottom
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat âem
But who am I to talk? I ainât shittinâ roses
We in in the same picture but we all got different poses
Now Iâm 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, Iâm dead right!
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?
They say âyou donât know what youâre doing till you stop doing itâ
Well call me clueless cause I do this
Attention all shooters, Iâm a shooting star
Life is a course and Iâmma shoot for Par
Iâm searching for today instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right back like Iâll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money CMR, Iâm Blood like a scar
Iâm Weezy F baby and the F aint for âFlawâ
Yep, yeah, yep, yep
Itâs like I have it all
But I donât have to worry
Married to the money, a true love story
Only God can judge me, I donât need a jury
Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security
Back to my journey, that bullshit donât concern me
If 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
Iâm so cold Iâm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will confirm it
Now what we doing with it
You keep opening ya grill, Iâm barbequeing 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, Iâm walking on needles, sticking to the point
Yeah the streets is talking, Iâm familiar with the voice
Iâm a gangsta by choice I hope my sonâs choose wiser
And donât call me sir, call me survivor
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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, better hope I keep dribblinâ
I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
These bitches think they fly, like tinkerbell
But they all on my wire, like Stringer Bell
I let them be, cause you know how the stingâll feel
Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
And I f-ck 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 F-ck Yourself
Uh, yeah
And I aint doing nothinâ but getting my share
Breathinâ this air
And Mack momâs told me she gon keep me in her prayers
So Iâm feeling alright Iâm tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip than Iâmma meet ya there
To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair
Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer
Iâm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear
Weezy F baby and the F aint for fear
- Album:
- No Ceilings 2
- Rebirth 2
- Grateful (Single)
- Sorry 4 The Wait 2 (Mixtape)
- Free Weezy Album
- Tha Carter V Believe Me
- Krazy (Single)
- Believe Me (Single)
- Tha Carter V
- Love Me (Single)
- I Am Not A Human Being II
- Dedication 5 (Mixtape)
- Astronaut
- My Homies Still (Single)
- Dedication 4
- No Worries (Single)
- Non-Album Releases
- Tha Carter IV
- How To Love (Single)
- Been Here (Mixtape)