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Lighters 
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by Bad Meets Evil
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ones for you and me living out our dreams
We're all 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 of lighters
By the you hear this, I would already spiraled up
I would do nothing to let you cowards fuck my up
If I was you I would duck, or get struck like lightnin’
Fighters keep fightin’, put you lighters up, point them skyward, uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up still king
Rap game’s 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 ever will be, disagree? Feel free
But from now on I’m refusing to ever give up
thing I ever gave up’s using, no more excuses
Excuse me, if my is too big for this building
And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick, but you cocks are slick
Poppin’ shit on how you flipped your life around, crock of shit
Who you 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 shove it cause it wasn’t that
Long ago when Marshall sat flustered, lacked luster
Cause he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing
fuzzy cause he’s 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 drop 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?
difference it make? What’s it take to get it your thick skulls
That this ain’t, some people don’t usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in to get to place
Now let these words be like a switchblade to a hater’s ribcage
And let be known from this day forward, I wanna just say thanks
Cause your hate is what me the strength
So let them Bics raise I came with 5'9" but I feel like I’m 6'8"
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 of lighters
By the time you this I probably already be outty
I advance like going from toting iron
To goin and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the Man Audi
My daddy told me slow down boy, you're going to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love the same way that he did Dr. Dre on the Chronic
him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I kill for him, for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy gotta bad back
So it's only right, I he can march right
In to 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 very top
You shitted on me on your way up, there's bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up, come down
You goin 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 down for the catchweight, like Pacquiao
Y'all are doomed, I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and auto-tunes
Cause now I'm in the Aston, I from my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I'm fantastic, to a weed high
And y'all n*ggas just gossiping like b*tches
On a and TV, see me, we fly
Y'all out like Wendy staring at a bee hive
And how real is that? I 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 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 living out our dreams
We're all where we be
With my arms out wide, I open my and now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters, a sky full of lighters
We're all 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 of lighters
By the you hear this, I would already spiraled up
I would do nothing to let you cowards fuck my up
If I was you I would duck, or get struck like lightnin’
Fighters keep fightin’, put you lighters up, point them skyward, uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up still king
Rap game’s 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 ever will be, disagree? Feel free
But from now on I’m refusing to ever give up
thing I ever gave up’s using, no more excuses
Excuse me, if my is too big for this building
And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick, but you cocks are slick
Poppin’ shit on how you flipped your life around, crock of shit
Who you 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 shove it cause it wasn’t that
Long ago when Marshall sat flustered, lacked luster
Cause he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing
fuzzy cause he’s 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 drop 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?
difference it make? What’s it take to get it your thick skulls
That this ain’t, some people don’t usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in to get to place
Now let these words be like a switchblade to a hater’s ribcage
And let be known from this day forward, I wanna just say thanks
Cause your hate is what me the strength
So let them Bics raise I came with 5'9" but I feel like I’m 6'8"
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 of lighters
By the time you this I probably already be outty
I advance like going from toting iron
To goin and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the Man Audi
My daddy told me slow down boy, you're going to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love the same way that he did Dr. Dre on the Chronic
him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I kill for him, for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy gotta bad back
So it's only right, I he can march right
In to 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 very top
You shitted on me on your way up, there's bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up, come down
You goin 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 down for the catchweight, like Pacquiao
Y'all are doomed, I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and auto-tunes
Cause now I'm in the Aston, I from my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I'm fantastic, to a weed high
And y'all n*ggas just gossiping like b*tches
On a and TV, see me, we fly
Y'all out like Wendy staring at a bee hive
And how real is that? I 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 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 living out our dreams
We're all where we be
With my arms out wide, I open my and now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters, a sky full of lighters
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