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Lighters 
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This ones for you and me living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
With 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 this, I would already spiraled up
I would do nothing to let you fuck my world up
If I was you I would duck, or get struck like lightnin’
Fighters keep fightin’, put you lighters up, them skyward, uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up still king
Rap game’s nipple is for the milking
'til nobody else even f*ckin’ feels me, 'til it kills me
I swear to God I’ll be the f*ckin’ illest in this music
There is, or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free
But from now on I’m refusing to ever give up
Only thing I ever gave using, no more excuses
Excuse me, if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick, but you cocks are slick
shit on how you your life around, crock of shit
Who you dicks tryna kid? Flip d*ck you did opposite
You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell them shove it cause it wasn’t that
Long ago when Marshall sat flustered, lacked luster
Cause he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing
Brain fuzzy cause he’s buzzin’, up from that buzzin’
Now you why he does it how he does it? Wasn’t cause he had buzzards
Circling around his waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it some him off? Little hussy ass scuzzes
F*ck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it?
What difference it make? What’s it take to get it through your thick skulls
That this ain’t, bullshit people don’t come back way
From a place that was dark as I was in just to get to this place
Now let these be like a switchblade to a ribcage
And let be known from day forward, I wanna just say thanks
Cause your hate is gave me the strength
So let Bics raise cause I with 5'9" but I feel like I’m 6'8"
This ones for you and me living out our dreams
We're all where we be
With my arms out wide, I open my eyes and now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters, a sky of lighters
By the you hear this I probably already be outty
I advance like going toting iron
To goin and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the Iron Man Audi
My daddy told me down boy, you're going to it
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love the way he did Dr. Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him, for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my gotta bad back
So it's only right, that I write till he can march right
In to that post office and tell 'em to hang it up
Now his career's Lebron's Jersey in 20 years
I stop when I'm at the top
You shitted on me on your way up, there's bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up, must come down
You down I'm something you don't wanna see, like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now, life is now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now I'm just the cat's meow, oow, I'm classic now
Always for the catchweight, like Pacquiao
Y'all are doomed, I remember T-Pain ain't wanna with me
My car starts itself, parks and auto-tunes
Cause now I'm in the Aston, I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I'm fantastic, compared to a weed high
And y'all n*ggas just gossiping like b*tches
On a radio and TV, see me, we fly
Y'all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee hive
And how is that? I remember signing my first deal
Now I'm the second best, I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag
You and I know what it's like
To be down, forced to fight
But tonight, we're all right
So up your lights, let it shine, because
This ones for you and me living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
With 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
We're all right where we should be
With 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 this, I would already spiraled up
I would do nothing to let you fuck my world up
If I was you I would duck, or get struck like lightnin’
Fighters keep fightin’, put you lighters up, them skyward, uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up still king
Rap game’s nipple is for the milking
'til nobody else even f*ckin’ feels me, 'til it kills me
I swear to God I’ll be the f*ckin’ illest in this music
There is, or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free
But from now on I’m refusing to ever give up
Only thing I ever gave using, no more excuses
Excuse me, if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick, but you cocks are slick
shit on how you your life around, crock of shit
Who you dicks tryna kid? Flip d*ck you did opposite
You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell them shove it cause it wasn’t that
Long ago when Marshall sat flustered, lacked luster
Cause he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing
Brain fuzzy cause he’s buzzin’, up from that buzzin’
Now you why he does it how he does it? Wasn’t cause he had buzzards
Circling around his waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it some him off? Little hussy ass scuzzes
F*ck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it?
What difference it make? What’s it take to get it through your thick skulls
That this ain’t, bullshit people don’t come back way
From a place that was dark as I was in just to get to this place
Now let these be like a switchblade to a ribcage
And let be known from day forward, I wanna just say thanks
Cause your hate is gave me the strength
So let Bics raise cause I with 5'9" but I feel like I’m 6'8"
This ones for you and me living out our dreams
We're all where we be
With my arms out wide, I open my eyes and now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters, a sky of lighters
By the you hear this I probably already be outty
I advance like going toting iron
To goin and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the Iron Man Audi
My daddy told me down boy, you're going to it
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love the way he did Dr. Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him, for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my gotta bad back
So it's only right, that I write till he can march right
In to that post office and tell 'em to hang it up
Now his career's Lebron's Jersey in 20 years
I stop when I'm at the top
You shitted on me on your way up, there's bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up, must come down
You down I'm something you don't wanna see, like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now, life is now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now I'm just the cat's meow, oow, I'm classic now
Always for the catchweight, like Pacquiao
Y'all are doomed, I remember T-Pain ain't wanna with me
My car starts itself, parks and auto-tunes
Cause now I'm in the Aston, I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I'm fantastic, compared to a weed high
And y'all n*ggas just gossiping like b*tches
On a radio and TV, see me, we fly
Y'all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee hive
And how is that? I remember signing my first deal
Now I'm the second best, I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag
You and I know what it's like
To be down, forced to fight
But tonight, we're all right
So up your lights, let it shine, because
This ones for you and me living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
With 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
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