Lil Wayne – Nightmares Of The Bottom

Nightmares Of The Bottom is another awesome and fascinating hip-hop and rap song created by a talented rapper, Lil Wayne.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Tha Carter IV” was officially released on 29 August 2011.

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LYRICS

Sleeping at the top, nightmares of the bottom

Everybody wanna be fly until 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 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 ’til 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’ma shoot for par

Searching 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 standing 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 sleeping 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 opening 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 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 sons choose wiser

And don’t call me “Sir”, call me “Survivor”

Uh, yeah

Uh, haha

And they 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 can call them 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 them be, ’cause you know how the 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 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 “Fuck yourself”

Uhh, yeah

And I ain’t doing nothing but getting my share, breathin’ this air

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

So I’m feeling 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