This ones for you and me, living out our dreams
Were all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening,
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em skyward uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king
This rap games nipple is mine for the milking,
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till it kills me
I swear to god Ill be the fucking illest in this music
There is or there ever will be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on Im refusing to ever give up
The only thing I ever gaves using no more excuses
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if Im a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit
Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite
You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell em shove it
Cause it wasnt that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, lustered
Cuz he couldnt cut mustard, muster up nothing, brain fuzzy, cause hes buzzin,
Woke up from that buzz, now you wonder why he does it,
How he does it, wasnt cause he had buzzards
Circle around his head, waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass, cause f-ck it, guess it doesnt matter now, does it
What difference it make? What it take to get it through your thick skulls
As if this aint some bullshit, people dont usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bics raise cause I came with 59′ but I feel like Im 68″
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
By the time you hear this Ill probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it
And I aint gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
So its only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up
Now his careers Lebrons jersey in 20 years
Ill stop when Im at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up, its bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up must come down
You going down on something you dont wanna see like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now, life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now Im just the cats meooww, ow
Classic cow, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Yall are doomed, I remember when T-Pain aint wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
Cause now Im in the Aston
I went from having my city locked up to getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now Im fantastic, compared to a weed high
And yall niggas just gossipin like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly, yall buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal and now Im the second best I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag
You and I know what its like to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight were alright
So hold up your light
Let it shine
