[Bruno Mars] one’s for you and me, living out our dreams all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I my eyes And now I wanna see Is a sky of lighters A sky full of [Eminem] By the time hear this I will have already spiralled up I would never nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up If was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening, Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point skyward uh Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still This rap game’s nipple is for the milking, Till else even fucking feels me, till’ it kills me I swear to god I’ll be the fucking illest this music There or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free, but from now on refusing to ever give up The thing I ever gave’s using no more excuses Excuse 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 flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, did the opposite You stayed the same, cause backwards is still cock you pricks I love it when I tell shove it Cause it that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, lustered he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing Brain fuzzy, cause he’s buzzin’, woke from that buzz you wonder why he does it, how he does it Wasn’t cause he had buzzards circle his head Waiting for him drop dead, was it? was it, cause them bitches wrote him off Little hussy ass, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn’t now, does it difference it make? What it take to get it through your thick As if aint some bullshit People don’t come back this way From place that was dark as I was in to get to this place Now let these words be a switch blade to a haters rib cage And let be known from this day forward I wanna just say thanks cause your hate what gave me the strength So let bic’s raise cause I came with 5’9′ but I feel like I’m 6’8″ [Bruno Mars] This one’s you and me, living out our dreams all right where we should be Lift my out wide I open my eyes And now all wanna see Is sky full of lighters A full of lighters [Royce Da 5'9"] the time you hear this I’ll probably already be outtie I like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi My told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it And I aint gotta stop the a minute To tell Shady I love him the same way that did Dr Dre on the Chronic Tell him how real he is or high I am Or how I would kill for him for him know it I cried plenty tears, my daddy a bad back So it’s only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell em to it up Now his career’s jersey in 20 years I’ll stop when I’m at the top You on me on your way up It’s ’bout to be scary drop Cause what goes up must come You going down on something you don’t wanna like a hairy box Every happy hour now Life wacky now Used to to eat the cat to get the pussy Now just the cats meooww, ow Classic cow, always down for the catch weight Pacquiao Ya’ll are doomed I remember when T-Pain aint wanna work with My car starts itself, itself and autotunes Cause I’m in the Aston I went from my city locked up getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick And I’m fantastic Compared to a weed And y’all just gossipin’ like bitches on a radio and TV See we fly Y’all buggin out like Williams staring at a bee-hive how real is that I remember signing my first deal and now I’m the second best I can deal that Now can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag [Bruno Mars] You and I know what it’s like to kicked down Forced to fight But we’re alright So hold your light Let it shine Cause this one’s you and me, living out our dreams all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide open my eyes And now I wanna see Is a sky full lighters A sky full lighters