Lil Wayne — Nightmares of the Bottom

[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 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 'til 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 Searching for today, instead I found tomorrow And I put that shit 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" [Interlude] Uh, uh Yep, yep Yep, yep [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's 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 bitch, she will confirm it, yeah Now what we doin' with it? Keep opening your grill, I'm barbecuin' with it I know my shit 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 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 "Survivor" [Interlude] Uh, yeah Uh, haha And they go "yep, yep" Yep, yep [Verse 3] Uh, call me "Killer" 'cause I make a killin' I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon That's them twin Glocks, you can 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 Stringer Bell I let them be, 'cause you know how the sting’ll 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" [Outro] Uhh, yeah And I ain’t doing nothing but getting my share, breathin' this air And Mack moms told me she gon' keep me in her prayers So I’m feeling alright, I’m tryna stay aware And if you wanna trip, then I'ma meet you there To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair Players play, coaches coach, and cheerleaders cheer I’m trying to keep spirit when the ghost disappear Weezy F. Baby and the "F" ain’t for "Fear," uh