Nightmares Of The Bottom

作词 : D. Carter/B Vaughn/M. Jordan/J. Preyan

作曲 : D. Carter/B Vaughn/M. Jordan/J. Preyan

Album:《Tha Carter IV》

Sleepin' at the top, nigh**ares of the bottom

Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em

But who am I to talk? I ain't shit 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'mma shoot for Par

I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow

And I put that shit right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow

Young Money CMR, blood like a scar

I'm Weezy F baby and the F ain't for "Flaw"

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 bull shit don't concern me

If I knew I was going to jail I would have ****ed my attorney

If you sleeping on me bitch, 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

You 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, uh

Yeah, uh...

Uh, 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 **** 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 **** yourself

Uh, yeah

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

Breathin' this air

If 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'mma 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

Uh