Lil Wayne - Bottom lyrics

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 sh**tin' 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 sh** 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) (Yup, yup, yup, yup) 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 bullsh** don't concern me If I knew I was going to jail I would have f**ed my attorney If you sleeping on me n***a, than I hope you toss and turning I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo b**h she will confirm it, yeah, Now what we doing with it Keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it I know my sh** 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) (And they go yup, yup, yup, yup) (Uh) Call me k**er 'cause I make a k**ing I got this sh** 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 b**hes 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 f** 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 f** 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 n***as 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