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Lighters 
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by Bad Meets Evil
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This ones for you and me living out our dreams
We're all right 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 you hear this, I spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you I would duck, or get lightnin’
Fighters keep fightin’, put you lighters up, point them skyward, uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up king
Rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking
'til nobody else even f*ckin’ feels me, 'til it me
I swear to God I’ll be the f*ckin’ illest in music
There is, or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free
But from now on I’m to ever give up
Only thing I 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 are slick
Poppin’ 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 backwards is 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 cause he’s buzzin’, woke up that buzzin’
Now you wonder why he does 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 matter now, does it?
What difference it make? What’s it to get it through your thick skulls
That this 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 switchblade to a hater’s ribcage
And let be known from this day forward, I wanna just say thanks
Cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let them Bics raise 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 right we should be
With my 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 I probably already be outty
I like going from toting iron
To goin and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the Iron Man Audi
My told me slow down boy, you're going to blow it
And I ain't stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love 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 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 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 up, must down
You down I'm something you don't wanna see, like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now, life is wacky now
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 when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks and auto-tunes
now I'm in the Aston, I went from my 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 radio and TV, see me, we fly
Y'all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee hive
And how real 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 gag
You and I know what it's like
To be kicked 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 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 you hear this, I spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you I would duck, or get lightnin’
Fighters keep fightin’, put you lighters up, point them skyward, uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up king
Rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking
'til nobody else even f*ckin’ feels me, 'til it me
I swear to God I’ll be the f*ckin’ illest in music
There is, or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free
But from now on I’m to ever give up
Only thing I 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 are slick
Poppin’ 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 backwards is 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 cause he’s buzzin’, woke up that buzzin’
Now you wonder why he does 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 matter now, does it?
What difference it make? What’s it to get it through your thick skulls
That this 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 switchblade to a hater’s ribcage
And let be known from this day forward, I wanna just say thanks
Cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let them Bics raise 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 right we should be
With my 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 I probably already be outty
I like going from toting iron
To goin and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the Iron Man Audi
My told me slow down boy, you're going to blow it
And I ain't stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love 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 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 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 up, must down
You down I'm something you don't wanna see, like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now, life is wacky now
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 when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks and auto-tunes
now I'm in the Aston, I went from my 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 radio and TV, see me, we fly
Y'all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee hive
And how real 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 gag
You and I know what it's like
To be kicked 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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