Letra de Nightmares of the Bottom - 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 rearview, 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 doin' 'til you stop doin' 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

Searchin' 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"

Uh

Uh

Yep, yep

Yep, yep

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 standin' 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 sleepin' 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 openin' 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 walkin' on needles, stickin' to the point

Yeah, the streets is talkin', I'm familiar with the voice

I'm a gangster by choice, I hope my sons choose wiser

And don't call me sir, call me survivor

Uh

Yeah

Uh

Haha

And it go

Yep, yep

Yep, yep

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 could call 'em 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 'em be, 'cause you know how that 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 trainin' wheels

And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills

Uh, all or nothing, all, 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"

Uh

Yeah

And I ain't doing nothing but gettin' my share, breathin' this air

And Mack moms told me she gon' keep me in her prayers

So I'm feelin' 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

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