Nightmares Of The Bottom Lyrics - Tha Carter Iv - Lil Wayne

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'm a shoot for Par 

I'm 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" 

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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 

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, 

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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 

And I ain't doing nothin' but getting my share 

Breathin' this air 

And Mack's mom told me she gonna keep me in her prayers 

So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware 

And if you wanna trip than I'm a meet ya there 

To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair 

Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer 

I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear 

Weezy F baby and the F ain't for fear