[Verse 1]
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Sleepin at the top, nightmares of the bottom
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Everybody wanna be fly til you swat em
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But who am I to talk? I aint shittin roses
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We in the same picture, but we all got different poses
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Now Im looking in my rearview, I see the world in it
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I try to slow down, and I get rear-ended
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Pause, like a red light, Im dead right
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Highway to Heaven, God, do you see my headlights?
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They say you dont know what you doin til you stop doin it
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Well, call me clueless, cause I do this
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Attention all shooters, Im a shooting star
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Life is a course and Ima shoot for par
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Searchin for today, instead, I found tomorrow
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And I put that shit right back, man, Ill see what I find tomorrow
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Young Money, CMR, Blood like a scar
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Weezy F. Baby and the F aint for “Flaw”
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[Interlude]
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Uh
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Uh
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Yep, yep
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Yep, yep
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[Verse 2]
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Its like I have it all, but I dont have to worry
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Married to the money, a true love story
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Only God can judge me, I dont need a jury
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Nothing standin in my way like nothings my security
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Back to my journey, that bullshit dont concern me
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If I knew I was going to jail, I would have fucked my attorney
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If you sleepin on me, nigga, then I hope you toss and turnin
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Im so cold, Im hypothermic, ask your bitch, she will confirm it, yeah
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Now what we doin with it?
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Keep openin your grill, Im barbecuin with it
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I know my shit already tight, so I aint screwin with it
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Some say this game is a joke, well, I hope they get it
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Okay, Im walkin on needles, stickin to the point
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Yeah, the streets is talkin, Im familiar with the voice
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Im a gangster by choice, I hope my sons choose wiser
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And dont call me sir, call me survivor
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[Interlude]
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Uh
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Yeah
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Uh
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Haha
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And it go
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Yep, yep
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Yep, yep
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[Verse 3]
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Uh, call me killer cause I make a killin
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I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon
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Thats them twin Glocks, you could call em siblings
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And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribblin
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I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
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These bitches think they fly like Tinkerbell
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But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell
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I let em be, cause you know how that stingll feel
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Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
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And I fuck up any track, train derail
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Know how to roll, never need trainin wheels
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And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
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Uh, all or nothing, all, nothing else
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I bleed reality, I should cut myself
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Just had a bowl of riches and a cup of wealth
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And the F is for “Fuck yourself”
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[Interlude]
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Uh
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Yeah
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[Verse 4]
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And I aint doing nothing but gettin my share, breathin this air
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And Mack moms told me she gon keep me in her prayers
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So Im feelin alright, Im tryna stay aware
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And if you wanna trip, then Ima meet you there
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To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair
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Players play, coaches coach, and cheerleaders cheer
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Im trying to keep spirit when the ghost disappear
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Weezy F. Baby and the F aint for “Fear,” uh
