Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom Everybody wanna be fly till you spot em' But who am I to talk, I ain't ***tin' roses We in the same picture, but we all got different poses Now I'm lookin' at my rearview, 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 doin' till you stop doin' it Well, call me clueless, cause I do this Attention all shooters, I'm a shootin' star Life is a course, and I'ma shoot for par Searchin' for today, instead I found tomorrow And I put that *** right back, man, I'll see what I find tomorrow Young Money, CMR, blood like a scar Weezy F, baby, and the F ain't for flaw, uh Uh Yep, yep, yep, yep 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 Nothin' standin' in my way like nothin's my security Back to my journey, that bull*** don't concern me If I knew I was goin' to jail, I would have *** my attorney If you sleepin' on me, nigga, then I hope you toss and turn it I'm so cold, I'm hypothermic, ask your bitch, she will confirm it, yeah Now what we doin' with it? Keep openin' your grill, I'm barbecuin' with it I know my *** already tight, so I ain't screwin' with it Some say this game is a joke, well, I hope they get it Okay, I'm walkin' on needles, stickin' to the point Yeah, the streets is talkin', I'm familiar with the voice I'm a gangster by choice, I hope my sons choose wiser And don't call me sir, call me survivor, uh Yeah, uh And they go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, call me killer, cause I make a killin' I got this *** wrapped up, bow and a ribbon That's them twin glocks, you could 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 they all on my wire like Stringerbell 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 *** up any track, train to rail Know how to roll, never need train wheels And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills Uh, all or nothin', all or nothin' else I believe reality, I should cut myself Just had a bowl of riches, and a cup of wealth And the F is for *** yourself, uh Yeah, and I ain't doin' nothin' but Gettin' my share, breathin' this air And Mack moms told me she gon' keep me in her prayers So I'm feelin' alright, I'm tryin' to stay aware And if you on a trip, then I'ma meet you there Tell my niggas in the game, keep the game fair Players play, coaches coach, and cheerleaders cheer I'm tryin' to keep spirit when the ghosts disappear Read the F, baby, and the F ain't for fear, uh