[00:00.00] 作词 : D. Carter/B Vaughn/M. Jordan/Jermaine Preyan
[00:01.00] 作曲 : D. Carter/B Vaughn/M. Jordan/Jermaine Preyan
[00:20.72]Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom
[00:24.19]Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em
[00:27.63]But who am I to talk? I ain't shit tin'roses
[00:30.93]We in the same picture but we all got different poses
[00:34.45]Now I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world in it
[00:37.99]I try to slow down, and I get rear ended
[00:41.80]Pause! Like a red light, I'm dead right!
[00:44.87]Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?
[00:48.66]They say "you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it"
[00:52.11]Well call me clueless cause I do this
[00:55.18]Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting star
[00:58.47]Life is a course and I'mma shoot for Par
[01:01.84]I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow
[01:05.35]And I put that shit right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow
[01:08.72]Young Money CMR, blood like a scar
[01:12.03]I'm Weezy F baby and the F ain't for "Flaw"
[01:35.96]It's like I have it all
[01:37.90]But I don't have to worry
[01:39.67]Married to the money, a true love story
[01:43.08]Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury
[01:47.07]Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security
[01:50.49]Back to my journey, that bull shit don't concern me
[01:53.67]If I knew I was going to jail I would have ****ed my attorney
[01:57.19]If you sleeping on me b***h, than I hope you toss and turning
[02:00.48]I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo b***h she will confirm it, yeah,
[02:05.59]Now what we doing with it
[02:07.45]You keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
[02:10.83]I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwing with it
[02:14.20]Some say this game is a joke well I hope they get it
[02:17.76]OK, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point
[02:21.34]Yeah the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
[02:24.88]I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser
[02:28.38]And don't call me sir, call me survivor, uh
[02:35.82]Yeah, uh...
[02:52.09]Uh, call me killer'cause I make a killing
[02:55.47]I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon
[02:58.98]That's them twin Glocks, you can call'em siblings
[03:02.38]And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribbling
[03:05.80]I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
[03:09.18]These b*****s think they fly like Tinkerbell
[03:12.75]But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell
[03:16.17]I let'em be,'cause you know how that stinger feel
[03:19.50]Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
[03:22.87]And I **** up any track; train derail
[03:26.40]Know how to roll, never need training wheels
[03:30.40]And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
[03:34.14]Uh, all or nothing, or nothing else
[03:36.20]I bleed reality, I should cut myself
[03:39.45]Just had a bowl of riches and a cup of wealth
[03:42.92]And the 'F' is for **** yourself
[03:45.71]Uh, yeah
[03:52.13]And I ain't doing nothin'but getting my share
[03:55.38]Breathin' this air
[03:57.19]If Mack's mom told me she gonna keep me in her prayers
[04:00.32]So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware
[04:03.73]And if you wanna trip than I'mma meet ya there
[04:07.18]To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair
[04:10.59]Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer
[04:14.16]I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear
[04:17.57]Weezy F baby and the F ain't for fear
[04:21.47]Uh

作词 : D. Carter/B Vaughn/M. Jordan/Jermaine Preyan
作曲 : D. Carter/B Vaughn/M. Jordan/Jermaine Preyan
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 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 b***h, 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
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 b*****s 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