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90 Sep '11 Hot 100


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 the same picture but we all got different poses Now 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'ma 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, blood like a scar I'm Weezy F baby and the F ain't for “Flaw”

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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 If I knew I was going to jail I would have fucked my attorney If you sleeping on me nigga, than I hope you toss and turning I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch 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 ain't screwing with it Some say this game 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, uh 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 'em siblings And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribbling 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 'em be, 'cause you know how that stinger 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 And I ain't doing nothin' but getting my share Breathin' this air If Mack's mom told me she gonna keep me in her prayers So I'm feeling alright I'm tryn'a stay aware And if you wanna trip than I'ma meet ya there To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer I'm tryn'a keep spirit when the ghost disappear Weezy F baby and the F ain't for fear Uh


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