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Lighters 
Hard
by Bad Meets Evil & Bruno Mars
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one's for you and me
Livin' out our dreams
We're 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 spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my up
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightning
Fighters fighting
Put you up, em' skyward, uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king
This rap game's is mine for the milking
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till it kills me
I swear to God I'll be the fucking 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
The thing I ever gave up's 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
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 is still cock, you pricks
I love it when I tell 'em shove it 'cause it wasn't that
Long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, flustered
'Cuz he couldn't cut mustard, muster up nothing
fuzzy, 'cause he's buzzin'
Woke up from buzz, and now you wonder
Why he does it, how he does it
Wasn't 'cause he has buzzards circle his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it
Or was it 'cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass, 'cause fuck
Guess it doesn't matter now, does it
What difference it make
What's it take, to get it through your thick skulls
If ain't
Some bullshit don't 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 hater's ribcage
And let be known from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks
'Cause hate is what gave me the strength
So let 'em Bics raise 'cause I came with 5'9"
But I feel like I'm 6'8"
This one's for you and me, livin' out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide
I open my eyes
And now all I see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear I'll 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 going to blow it."
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell I love him the same way
That he did Dr. Dre on The Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how I am
Or how I would kill for him to know it
I plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
So it's only right that I right 'till he can march right
that post office and 'em to hang it up
Now his career’s Lebron’s jersey in 20 years
I’ll stop when I’m at the very top
You shitted on me on way up
It’s 'bout to be a drop
'Cause what goes up come down
You going down on something
You wanna see, a 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 cats meow (ow)
Classic cow, always for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya’ll are doomed
I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself, and autotunes
'Cause now I’m in the Aston
I 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 just gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
buggin' out like staring at a beehive
And how is that
I remember signing my first deal
And 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 alright
So hold up light
Let it shine
'Cause this one's for you and me
Livin' out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my out wide
I my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lightets
A sky full of lighters
Livin' out our dreams
We're 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 spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my up
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightning
Fighters fighting
Put you up, em' skyward, uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king
This rap game's is mine for the milking
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till it kills me
I swear to God I'll be the fucking 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
The thing I ever gave up's 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
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 is still cock, you pricks
I love it when I tell 'em shove it 'cause it wasn't that
Long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, flustered
'Cuz he couldn't cut mustard, muster up nothing
fuzzy, 'cause he's buzzin'
Woke up from buzz, and now you wonder
Why he does it, how he does it
Wasn't 'cause he has buzzards circle his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it
Or was it 'cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass, 'cause fuck
Guess it doesn't matter now, does it
What difference it make
What's it take, to get it through your thick skulls
If ain't
Some bullshit don't 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 hater's ribcage
And let be known from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks
'Cause hate is what gave me the strength
So let 'em Bics raise 'cause I came with 5'9"
But I feel like I'm 6'8"
This one's for you and me, livin' out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide
I open my eyes
And now all I see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear I'll 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 going to blow it."
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell I love him the same way
That he did Dr. Dre on The Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how I am
Or how I would kill for him to know it
I plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
So it's only right that I right 'till he can march right
that post office and 'em to hang it up
Now his career’s Lebron’s jersey in 20 years
I’ll stop when I’m at the very top
You shitted on me on way up
It’s 'bout to be a drop
'Cause what goes up come down
You going down on something
You wanna see, a 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 cats meow (ow)
Classic cow, always for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya’ll are doomed
I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself, and autotunes
'Cause now I’m in the Aston
I 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 just gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
buggin' out like staring at a beehive
And how is that
I remember signing my first deal
And 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 alright
So hold up light
Let it shine
'Cause this one's for you and me
Livin' out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my out wide
I my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lightets
A sky full of lighters
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