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[Lil Wayne]

Cover my tracks like butter so where the bread be

I say beef is dead meat who that the president yeah me

No one scare me, and you ain't gotta double dare me

Hear me loud and clearly rats aren't near me

wiretap niggaz get blood in they earpiece

I'm from New Orleans nowhere near peace

Pure Beast, Fear Free, Dear Grief

Catch up bitch I'm in gear three

zoom gone, see ya peace drop one finger

Fuck 'em and whoever made 'em

I will hurt whoever love 'em cause I hate 'em

Lookin' for a lady, high and sedated

Got her to the pad, I 'on't know how a nigga made it

She gave me relations, so now we related

The morning comes, the picture faded

Awaited on my turn to burn, can I get a light

Little dog, bigger bite, Jackson Five, Little Mike

Can I get a mic or a mic and a half

That's Source homie, shout out to the editing staff

I'm all grown, so much better with math

I need a spread in the Forbes takin a Benjamin bath yeah

I'm servin' this track like, Stephen Graph yeah

Roger Federer, there's no competitors

Niggaz know my rhetorhic, bitches know my preference

Young God baby, all them other niggaz reverends

Sittin in my big house surrounded by my weaponries

I keep them away like I got leprosy

Chopper right next to me loaded up wit pepper seize

Got an extra clip but that's only for my especiallies

(Dramatic, Dramatic) This is especially for you

Disrespect a nigga game what kinda referee is you

Swallow it slow, make a nigga ride wit the pistols

Cuzz the fakest niggaz ride wit the pistols

Even if I die old, I'ma die with the pistols

And if you stand over my body I'll probalie kill ya

Yeah, now I feel it, Weezy the realest

I wear a lot of Bathing Ape cuzz I be wit gorillas

He what they talkin bout topic of the conversation

product of determination

stop playin you are not up in my situation

I get money like a caucasian, the car red so the car cajun

Stop hatin, y'all ballers I'ma sports agent

Wait a minute lemme translate it, It's

Weezy not the father motherfuckin Baby