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Lighters 
Medium
by Bad Meets Evil
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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 hear this, I would already spiraled up
I do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you I would duck, or get like lightnin’
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 mine 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 will be, disagree? Feel free
But now on I’m refusing to ever give up
Only thing I ever using, no excuses
Excuse me, if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick, but you are slick
Poppin’ shit on how you flipped your life around, crock of shit
Who you dicks tryna kid? Flip d*ck you did opposite
You 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 buzzin’, woke up from that buzzin’
Now you wonder why he it how he does it? Wasn’t cause he had buzzards
Circling around his head waiting for him to dead, was it?
Or was it cause some b*tches wrote him off? Little hussy ass scuzzes
F*ck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it?
What difference it make? it take to get it through your thick skulls
this ain’t, some bullshit people don’t usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in to get to this place
Now let these words be like a to a hater’s ribcage
And let be from this day forward, I wanna just say thanks
Cause your hate is what me the strength
So let them Bics raise cause I came 5'9" but I 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 of lighters, a sky full of lighters
By the you hear this I probably already be outty
I advance like going from toting iron
To and 4 or 5 of the homies the Man Audi
My daddy told me slow down boy, you're going to it
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I 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 for him, for him to know it
I plenty tears, my daddy gotta bad back
So it's right, that I write till he can march right
In to that post and 'em to hang it up
Now his career's Lebron's in 20 years
I stop when I'm at the very top
You shitted on me on way up, there's bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up, must come down
You goin down I'm something you don't 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 I'm just the cat's meow, oow, I'm classic now
Always down for the catchweight, like Pacquiao
Y'all are doomed, I remember when T-Pain ain't work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and auto-tunes
Cause now I'm in the Aston, I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated 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 out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee hive
And how is that? I remember my first deal
Now I'm the 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 kicked down, forced to fight
But tonight, we're all right
So hold up your lights, let it shine, because
This ones for you and me 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 hear this, I would already spiraled up
I do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you I would duck, or get like lightnin’
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 mine 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 will be, disagree? Feel free
But now on I’m refusing to ever give up
Only thing I ever using, no excuses
Excuse me, if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick, but you are slick
Poppin’ shit on how you flipped your life around, crock of shit
Who you dicks tryna kid? Flip d*ck you did opposite
You 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 buzzin’, woke up from that buzzin’
Now you wonder why he it how he does it? Wasn’t cause he had buzzards
Circling around his head waiting for him to dead, was it?
Or was it cause some b*tches wrote him off? Little hussy ass scuzzes
F*ck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it?
What difference it make? it take to get it through your thick skulls
this ain’t, some bullshit people don’t usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in to get to this place
Now let these words be like a to a hater’s ribcage
And let be from this day forward, I wanna just say thanks
Cause your hate is what me the strength
So let them Bics raise cause I came 5'9" but I 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 of lighters, a sky full of lighters
By the you hear this I probably already be outty
I advance like going from toting iron
To and 4 or 5 of the homies the Man Audi
My daddy told me slow down boy, you're going to it
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I 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 for him, for him to know it
I plenty tears, my daddy gotta bad back
So it's right, that I write till he can march right
In to that post and 'em to hang it up
Now his career's Lebron's in 20 years
I stop when I'm at the very top
You shitted on me on way up, there's bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up, must come down
You goin down I'm something you don't 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 I'm just the cat's meow, oow, I'm classic now
Always down for the catchweight, like Pacquiao
Y'all are doomed, I remember when T-Pain ain't work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and auto-tunes
Cause now I'm in the Aston, I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated 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 out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee hive
And how is that? I remember my first deal
Now I'm the 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 kicked down, forced to fight
But tonight, we're all right
So hold up your lights, let it shine, because
This ones for you and me 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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