Lil Wayne – Nightmares Of The Bottom Lyrics

Nightmares Of The Bottom

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"Nightmares Of The Bottom." - Lil Wayne

Monday, 26 October 2026, 01:44 am

Album: Tha Carter IV (Complete Edition)

Track No: 05

Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom
Everybody wanna be fly till 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' till 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, ****, 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
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 **** 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

Writer(s): D. Carter, B Vaughn, M. Jordan & Jermaine Preyan.

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