[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm so $#&@ing awesome - my marbles, I lost 'em
I'm taking everything - everything but precaution

Your (*##$es wanna call us and text us like Austin
#~!!@ make me hard, #~!!@ ^!$$%s make me nauseous
I've been on my feet since the day I started walking

(*##$, I think I'm MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin
Sell !@%!e in a drought, sell #~!!@ at an auction
Bullets got a ^!$$% running fast enough to race horses

Around here you sniff these lines, you don't cross 'em
Kill your $$# and leave you behind like an orphan
I swear it happens all the time, very often

Still getting baseball money; Barry Larkin
Around here we play for keeps, yeah, we eating, but we starving
I get me a little money, try to spread it margarine

I'm flyer than a mother$#&@er, all my flights chartered
Green kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer, I'm good


[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I say I go into my beastmode - rapping ^!$$%s, I eat those
I tell a (*##$ take a deep breath then bend them knees like a freethrow

I don't want me no good girl, I fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom I make a movie, it's starring me with that Lee Rose
Cause I ball hard like D-Rose, my stash on closet

Racks in my pocket, these racks I deposit
Got racks on my conscience, money on my mind
I got shooters on my team, they got bodies on their nine

Look at that bad (*##$ right there, see that body on that dime
I ain't swimming in no ho, you know I'm probably on that grind
All these ^!$$%s hating on me, me, but I ain't on that time, time

Cause I be in the back, ^!$$%, and I ain't talking about swine
I'm talking 62 West, they say a ^!$$% too fresh
You a rat, your homie singing y'all should do a duet

Shawty told me she loving my swag, I make that #~!!@ too wet
You ^!$$%s banned, and my hoes and I'm like why they'd do that? Go


[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uhm, I don't have a conscience, all my friends are monsters
They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense

Like stabbing you and then watching you fight for your life like you boxing
(*##$, deuce deuce, I smoke that OG killer Bobby Johnson
I'll olly over that (*##$ head, it's Hollygrove til I'm $#&@ing dead

I did a bid for that toast, so $#&@ with me I'll treat you like butterbread
But I still go hard with no regard, Earth ain't %#@!, (*##$, go to Mars
Leave a !@$@ dead in the gutter

I'll just beat him with a bloody $$# bowlingball
I'm fresh as hand sanitizer, don't hate the game, just !@#^yze it
Two xanax', I'm fantasizing about fat (*##$es' panty sizes

Take a bullet to the chest, be a man about it
Stop acting like a little (*##$ ^!$$%, most of y'all ^!$$%s is (*##$ ^!$$%s
I got a tiger in the ba!@&(t, Big Tigger

My hair long, my dick bigger
My hair long, my dick bigger
My hair long, my dick bigger

My money longer, my weed stronger
I feed hunger, I no longer get my weed from Fee
I pull that freedom of my waist, now watch me let freedom ring, ding


Also known as "Terrorists"


Lil Wayne and Meek Mill hit the studio and cooked up this banger which was apparently meant to feature on IANAHB II, but it looks like Cortez had other plans. I'd say this is better than anything on IANAHB II, but hey, what do I know.