[Intro]
[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Faded off the kush I'm gone

Only 2 years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home
Looking like my Grammo, my ^!$$%s got that ammo
We jack son then light up that "L", Samuel

Tunechi in this (*##$ ^!$$%, y'all ^!$$%s (*##$ ^!$$%s
Rats gone rat and snakes gone hiss ^!$$%
Baseball rich ^!$$%, do this %#@! for all my homies

Where them bad (*##$es at? Come and put that #~!!@ on me
Tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be killing %#@!
Yeah you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist

Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your $$# to sleep man
Birdman Jr. got the world in my wingspan
How you ^!$$%s want it? Have it your way, Burger King

I get deep in that #~!!@, dig her out, surgery
$#&@ing with a real ^!$$%, $#&@ing right, certainly
Break in your $#&@ing home, take your life, burglary

Woah ^!$$%, die slow ^!$$%, for dear life your holding on En Vogue ^!$$%
Unload ^!$$%, reload ^!$$%, tools on deck, Home Depot ^!$$%
Well if life is a (*##$, then mine a gold digger

And all my (*##$es nasty like a cold dinner
Everyday I go so hard and work my $$# off
I'm good, I'm 100 like a fastball

It's Carter 4!
(I'm going back in man)
(Yeah)


[Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne]


We get $#&@ y'all money, how you want to play it?
That AK sleep on the side of my bed
That's one eye closed, one eye open

Your cap get peeled like ibuprofen
I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the ^!$$% to $#&@ with
This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick

Young Money man we got this %#@! by a land slide
Boy I send them bloods at your $$# like a tampon
Uptown %#@!, wet the whole party, Weezy gone ball

Ball like Steve Harvey, the heater I'm a tuck her
Tuck her like Dolores, that's my word like, word like the-saurus
I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard

Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord
Fear nobody but God almighty
Shoot that mother$#&@er till I get arthritis

I'm a beast, I'm a $$#, I'm ahead of my class
I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash
I don't talk it, I live it. I paint a picture vivid

And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet
I go so hard, I go so mean, I'm so New Orleans
Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me

Forget the bull%#@! and remember me
[Laugh]
[Outro]