Artist: Lil Wayne Album: Tha Carter IV Song: Nightmares of the Bottom Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Lil Wayne] Sleepin at the top, nightmares of the bottom Everybody want to 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 lookin 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're doin 'til you stop doin it Well call me clueless cause I do this Attention all shooters, I'm a shootin 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, uhhh Uhh! Yup, yup, yup, yup [Lil Wayne] 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 sur-vivor, uhh Yeah! Uhh... hehehe Yup! Yup! Yup! Yup! [Lil Wayne] Uhh, 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 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 trainin wheels And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills Uhh, all or nothin or nothin 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+ Uhh! Yeah, and I ain't doin nuttin but gettin my share, breathin this air And Mack moms told me she gonna keep me in her prayers So I'm feelin alright, I'm tryin to stay aware And if you wanna trip, then I'ma meet you there To my niggaz in the game, keep the game fair Players play, coaches coach, and cheerleaders cheer I'm tryin to keep spirit when the ghosts disappear Weezy F baby and the F ain't for fear, uhh!