Lil' Wayne - The Carter V Album Lyrics

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I Love You Dwayne

Lil Wayne, Mama proud of you
You done came so far, I can't wait for your album to come out
A lot of people ask me when it's coming out
They can't wait for your album to come out
I'm just proud of you
You's my rock
You's always been my rock
Mama love you
I love you
You take care of me and my son
Your little brother, we never wanted for nothing
I thank the Lord everyday for keeping us on this Earth
And he would help
I just pray things go well for you in life
But I thank the Lord, 'cause I knew you been through a lot
That I don't even know about
Mama love you
I love you Dwayne, with all my heart
You's my life
I live for you
You make sure if mama is taken care of
I don't care if you don't have it, you gon' make sure I get it anyway
Even though you don't have it to give
And my son does so much, ain't wanted for nothing
Anything somebody call you for, you gon', you gon' make sure he get it
Your children
A true man
Mama love you, I can't wait 'til your album come out
'Cause everybody asking about it and I know it's gonna be a beautiful album
Love you Dwayne

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Don't Cry

Yeah, C5

Don't cry, don’t go
Won't lie, I f*ckin' love you, whoa

Why y'all staring into the clouds
Am I rising or they comin' down?
I see death around the corner
And the U-turn sign's lookin' like a smile
What do I do now? Who gon' find me, how?
Nowhere to turn but around and round
Just another nigga who done lost his head
No, a f*cking king that forgot his crown
I am not number one, it's true
I'm number 9-27-82
Color blind, even if I may be blue
A lot on my plate, ain't my favorite food
But I’m hungry, so hungry
Need my family tree next to a money tree
With a bunch of leaves in the Garden of Eden
With a bunch of Eves, no fruit punch for me
I sip from the fountain of youth
So if I die young, blame the juice
Bury me in New Orleans
Tombstone reads "Don’t cry, stay tuned"
Bring me back to life
Got to lose a life just to have a life
But if heaven's as good as advertised
I want a triple extension on my motherf*ckin’ afterlife
Rest in paradise

Don’t cry (don't cry, don't cry), don't go (why, oh why?)
Won’t lie, I f*ckin' love you
Don't cry (don't cry, don't cry, don't cry)
Don't go (why, oh why, oh why, oh why?)
Won't lie (don't cry, don't cry)
I f*ckin' love you (don't cry, don't cry)

Talent is god-given, be grateful
Fame is not a given, be humble and
Conceit is self-driven, drive carefully
Stay in your own lane, seat buckled
And sometimes when there is no music
We toot our own horns, rum-bum-bum-bum
That woman carried the future
And Tunechi was born like "dun-dun-dun-dun"
Don't call it a comeback
It was dark, now the sun back
Hit me hard, but I punched back
The wheels fell off, I rode the hubcap
It's suicide or it's do or die
It's newer days and it's bluer skies
I told myself "It's just you and I"
Then the breeze came and it blew my mind
Lord knows who I'm there for
I'll give my last breath of air for
Mama tell me to be careful
Voice in my head give me an earful
But I got mind control over my control
I lost control but knew I'd find control
I let God control what I cannot control
Can't control the tears, let them drop and roll

Don't cry (don't cry, don't cry)
Don't go (why, oh why, oh why?)
Won't lie (don't cry), I f*ckin' love you
(Triple extension on my motherf*ckin' afterlife, rest in paradise)
Don't cry (don't cry, don't cry)
Don't go (why, oh why, oh why?)
Won't lie, I f*ckin' love you (don't cry)

Don't cry, stay tuned
And triple extension on my motherf*ckin' afterlife
Rest in paradise

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Dedicate

If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be
You tatted your face
Bugatti, new boo
You screamed "Suu-Whoop"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You bought a Bugatti, so you can flex
Most of the bad bitches your ex

Tattoos, Suu-Whoop, Bugatti, new boo
New subject, new paper, new Class, new school
New buddies, new haters, new ass, new boobs
Much later, too soon, too bad, too cool
Too hot, too lit, too high to move
Two eyes to view, but too blind to bloom
Who lied to you?
Two middle fingers that's up high to whom
It may consume, kaboom, goddamn
Who knew that I am the guru with voodoo
That sued you with to high hell
With shooters that shoot through the iron, man and see through the con man
And now he a dyin' man
I turned a goddamn into a God's Plan
Go over to diagram and get to the job man
Watch for the spycam
Sit back and watch and do not watch your watch hand
Give me some time, man
I am the bomb, man
I am gon' swim 'til I come out on dry land or on the fryin' pan
No we did not land on Plymouth Rock
But it landed on our land, now I'm just buyin' land
Back to the block where they got more rock fans
Than a f*ckin' rock band under a rock, man
We need Barack, man
I do what I can to keep it solid as a you know what I'm sayin'
With some rock playin'

You tatted your face and changed the culture (you changed)
You screamed "Suu-Whoop" and them gangsters loved you (yeah, yeah)
You bought a Bugatti so you could flex (so you can flex)
And most of the bad bitches your ex

I started this shit, you just part of this shit
I'm the heart of this shit, and the heart doesn't skip
Take the heart of yo' bitch
'Cause like Bart, you a simp
And your water don't drip so your garden ain't shit
You just countin' the money, I'm drownin' in money
Like "Where the f*ck is the lifeguard in this bitch?"
I go Mars in this bitch, watch me orbit and shit
For the art of this shit, Andy Warhol and shit
Go retarded as shit, you go sweet tangy
I go tart on this shit, I'ma barf on this shit
I'm a martian and shit, you a orphan' lil' bitch
If I taught you some shit, that's like Harvard lil' bitch
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit but you softer than shit
Walk it like you talk it, now you walkin' in shit
I go Marvel movie on some marvelous shit
In the spot light too long should be darker than this
It's Tha Carter, lil' bitch

You tatted your face and changed the culture (you changed)
You screamed "Suu-Whoop" and them gangsters loved you (yeah, yeah)
You bought a Bugatti so you could flex (so you can flex)
And most of the bad bitches your ex

I started this shit, they borrowed this shit
I thought of this shit, they thought it was it
I'm doggin' this shit, they bark and they sit
Put a fork in that shit, which drawer to look in
I brought in this shit, the starters get benched
The orders get sent, then targets get hit
Billion dollar smile, I sell myself short if I grin
I'm bargainin' then
Apartments and shit, I could park in this shit
In the foreign car that I could talk to and shit
With a cultural bitch I can talk to and shit
'Bout the culture and shit, how I altered this shit

Tattoos, Suu-Whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, Suu-Whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, Suu-whoop, Bugatti, new boo
All of that shit, just tha Carter lil' bitch

You changed, Suu-whoop (you tatted your face)
Bugatti, new boo (you screamed "Suu-whoop")
Tattoos, Suu-whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, Suu-whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tunechi
(If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be)
They might think they've got a pretty good jump shot
Or a pretty good flow
But our kids can't all aspire to be LeBron or Lil Wayne!

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Uproar

Y'all know his name
Ayo Mac let the beat drop
Ladies and gentlemen, C5 (Oh) (crowd cheering)
Wayne time (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo)
Zone, zone, zone, zone, zone
Let me see your shoulders work
I mean, I don't know what y'all came here to do, but uhh
If you ain't got a lighter, what the f*ck you smoking for

What the f*ck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f*ck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
You a roughneck, I'm a cutthroat
You're a tough guy, that's enough jokes
Then the sun die, the night is young though
The diamonds still shine, get it rough hoe

What the f*ck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?
It's a shit show, put you front row
Talkin' shit, bro? Let your tongue show
Money over bitches, and above hoes
That is still my favorite love quote
Put the gun inside, what the f*ck for?
I sleep with the gun, then she don't snore

What the f*ck yo? Where the love go?
Trade the ski mask, for the muzzle
It's a blood bath, where the suds go?
It's a Swizz beat, there the drums go
If she's iffy, there the drugs go
If she sip lean, double cup toast
I otta duffle full of hundos
There the love go, where's the uproar?

What the f*ck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f*ck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the f*ck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f*ck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

Get the f*ck though, I don't bluff, bro
I come out the scuffle without a scuff, bro
Puff, puff, bro, I don't huff though
Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke
At your front door with a gun stowed
"Knock-knock, who's there" is how it won't go
This the jungle so have the utmost
For the nutzos, and we nuts, so
What the f*ck, bro? It's where I'm from, bro
We grew up fast, we rolled up slow
We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope
Dreadlock, hang time like yuh dun kno
Put the green in the bag, like a lawnmower
Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow
Extra clip in the stash like a console
Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Don O

What the f*ck bro? Where the love go?
Swizzy, you the chef, I like my lunch gross
Just look up, bro there the stars go
I see the shovel, but where did bruh go? Mm
To the unknown
Only way he comin' back is through his unborn
If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug lord
It's empty when I give it back, now where's the uproar?

What the f*ck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f*ck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the f*ck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f*ck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

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Let It Fly

Fly (fly, fly, fly, fly)
Let it fly (let it fly, let it fly, let it fly)
Let it fly like the birds in the sky
Hotter than the weather in July
I done did so much I can't decide
Word, word to my guys
She just get so wet, I slip and slide
Had to get it back to give 'em five
I, I, I, yeah

It's Mr. Micheal Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Word to MoneyBagg, I keep it coming in (whoo, whoo)
By the way we work you think I had a twin (twin)
I'm tryna run the game, it ain't no subbing in (naw)
You can't phase me, sliding from a dangerous life (it's lit!)
Always down to ball, I'm tryna drain these nights
See the smoke clouds through these entertainment lights
The way it go down we taking fours and keeping doors tight (Yeah, yeah!)
We at the top, end of discussion (discussion)
They mixing alcohol in that 'tussin
The demon in they eyes and they clutchin'
I feed 'em Adderall and they bussin', yeah (pew, pew, pew)
I kept the towel, not throwin' in
I'm riding around in my ends
I got a driver for the Bent' to drive me round when I'm bent
I keep some pussy just to lick, they help me out when I vent
She wanna hear that shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
That's the phone call, when my blood ring
It's Tha Carter 5, let the thugs sing (thugs)

Let it fly (brr, fly)
Let it fly like the birds in the sky (brr brr)
Hotter than the weather in July (brr brr)
I done did so much I can't decide (it's lit)
Word, word to my guys (yah)
She just get so wet, I slip and slide (splash)
Had to give it back to give them five
I, I, I

It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived, it's C5
Been arrived, kiss the sky, did the time
Please advise it is advise or be advised, and we advise
You not f*ck with me and mine
And keep in mind, we do not mind losing our minds
Free your mind, read your mind, read your mind
Body take a week to find, the cops gon' be like "never mind"
What's on your mind, put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind
Control your mind, mind, freak no sober mind, I'm so behind
But front line, you crossed the line and you better know your lines
And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you with a clothing line
Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line
Them ho's be lying, it's a thin line, I know you know you lyin'
Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective lines
Rough edges like a box of Checker fries, that's a line
Catch the line, American flag, less stars extra lines
Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no more the next in line
Tunechi tuna lunatic, my goonie-goons the gooniest
Run inside your room and kill you and who you rooming with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one I'm too equipped
Talking 'bout some fake niggas, based on true events
Trying not to get pinched, smoking on a stupid stench
Looking in the mirror tryna figure where my pupils went
Flash ya with a boujee bitch, Travy that's my hooligan (it's lit)
Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch

C5, best rapper alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let it fly

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Can't Be Broken

[Chorus]
You cannot break down what can't be broken
Out of all the rain clouds, I was chosen
When all of the lights, they get low
And all of the curtains, they close
You cannot break down what can't be broken

They can do all they can do but they can't break unbreakable
They scared to face the truth because they hate the view
They taste the juice, I hope it make 'em puke, I'm breakin' loose
Should I throw up the deuce or should I wave the deuce?
In 1982, my momma take me to a space shuttle
Say now I'm raising you and ain't no baby food
Unless you go and take the neighbors' food
And be afraid of who, I made the loot
When money went from army green to navy blue
I said salute, bulletproof, I gave 'em proof
Sometimes feel like my head a screw, twisted like tornados too
Man, I'ma need some crazy glue
Her walls is what I'm breaking through
Her nails, she gone break a few
You can never break me down, and I can't hit the brakes for you
(errr!)

You cannot break down what can't be broken
Out of all the rain clouds, I was chosen (yeah)
When all of the lights, they get low (low)
And all of the curtains, they close (they close)
You cannot break down (you can't) what can't be broken

G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code
We bros (can't be broken)
We bros, we bros, we can't break for these hoes
G-code (can't be broken)

I ain't finna break or fix the brakes
You hear me late, I'm laughing in your face
Now fix your face, I can't disintegrate, 'cause I facilitate a mil a day
For like a million days
At least the bills are paid, the children safe
Want to get away? No, I'm here to stay
I'm really great, but don't discriminate
'Cause I done seen a mirror break behind a pretty face
You stickin' out your chest, your titties fake
Don't make me pick your fate
I'm pickin' out a mate, she get replaced
The heart was built to break
I'm smoking icky, watching Ricki Lake
I got a lawyer that turn any case into a pillow case
My killers straight, let's do some Q&A
You saw the news today
Got news to break and rules to break
It hurt to say, they want to get Lil Tune to break
It's worth the wait, commercial break

You cannot break down what can't be broken (G-code)
Out of all the rain clouds, I was chosen
When all of the lights, they get low
And all of the curtains, they close
You cannot break down what can't be broken (Uhh)

G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code
We bros (can't be broken)
We bros, we bros, we can't break for these hoes, G-code
(Can't be broken)

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Dark Side of the Moon

As I wipe the stars off the windows on my space ship
Call out the spirits in my basement
Crawl out the center of the snake pit
And fall into the middle of her greatness
Fireballs reflect off the frames of the pictures
She's not at all impressed with the flames or the flickers
But take her for a walk on the moon as she wears slippers
The end of the world is coming soon, I'ma miss it
The sky is fallling down, I am falling for her quicker
We hide amongst the clouds, then we pardon the enigma
High above the ground but I'm under her charisma
Her sound is in surround when I'm in her solar system
The quiet calms my quasars, the eclipses eclipsin’
My astronaut helmet kinda shifted, full of lipstick
Planet of the aches, and she is my prescription
We out of this world baby we have been evicted

Intergalactical love
The sky is falling, intergalactical, intergalactical love
And I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you
On the dark side of the moon
Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon
And If you happen to get there before me
Leave a message in the dust just for me
If I don't see it I'll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Open up the curtains
Window watching, people killing, robbing
The sky is falling, falling down
It turn into news and this is the apocalypse
People living on their rocket ships
My mama always told me that there would be no stopping this
Fireball reflections on the friends and the pictures in my room, of I and you
Tell me will I see you soon
Meet you on the moon?

Intergalactical love
The sky is falling, falling down
I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you
On the dark side of the moon
I’ll be waiting, I’ll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon
And if you happen to get there before me
Leave a message in the dust just for me
If I don't see it I’ll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon
And If you happen to get there before me
Leave a message in the dust just for me
If I don't see it I’ll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Intergalactical love
The sky is falling, intergalactic, intergalactical love
And I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you
On the dark side of the moon
Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

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Mona Lisa

I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee
Hope it ain't too many feelings involved

I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles
Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed
Fall asleep with that bitch and really don't know much about her
Then she let us in, we take all of your shit
And when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love it
I be with bitches that be with bitches that be with niggas with riches
I tell her, "Get 'em", she say, "I got you", I say, "No, bitch, I say get him"
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it and sleep on her titties
And she give us the word, we come through with AK's
It's a stick up, she scream like a victim
Now you, feeling so silly
I smoke color purple
I'm up in here feeling like silly (ooh)
Nappy ass dreads, what's that you say?
Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (ooh)
You can get snaked, you can get faked
I'll buy the bitch that you feeling
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like a Frisbee
And you telling your business, she tell me your business
You tell that bitch what you're feeling
All of the beans you be spilling
To you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillings
She know where you hide it, tell me where it's hidden
She know when you're gone, tell me when to visit, we break in your home
And take this specifics and meanwhile the bitch is on vacation with him so she don't get blamed
We don't snatch chains, we find out addresses
And we don't leave messes
You'll only know that it's gone when you check it
Then your first thought is to start second guessing
She say, "What's wrong?", he say "nothing, keep resting"
She say, "What's missing?", "how you know something missing?"
He scratch his head, she say "get back in bed"
And she gave him some head
Boy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she say
Ooh, I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', popping bottles
Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed
I be with bitches that know the bitches that's with the niggas we following
Get them on the line, stay two cars behind and tell them hoes, "don't be so obvious"
Mona Lisa
Long hair, don't care, she handle the business and don't ever tell
She bite the bullet and cough up the shells
She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place"
And if he say, Yea', then we meet him there
She feed him lies with his silverware
She don't want love, she just want her share
I, know a bitch named Liz, this nigga think she his
'Cause she tell him that it is
So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears
And then she tell me, and I be all ears
And then I go and tell my people, and they already know him
And then I call Liz and she say he comin' over
I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told you"
She gave me the salute, I say, "Girl, you're a soldier"
We're waitin' outside, watch him pull up
Walk up to the door and right before he knock, she open the door naked
She left it unlocked
They started french kissing so he didn't see moi
And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch
Music up loud with his head in the cloud
Turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him
Piss a nigga off, put a gun to his frown
Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to f*ck around
I ain't here to f*ck around, caught you wit' your pants down
You know what it is, put your f*cking hands up
Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down
And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her
She a good actress and you a dead actor
You'll be dead after we get what we're after
If Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, oh
I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga
But think for me, nigga
Send her to you like she ain't for me, nigga
I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga
She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga
She slip something in it, now think for me, nigga
Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture
Mo-mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas
Pussy got you out of character, nigga
You fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga
Take everything that you have, 'til don't even have an opinion
We have your attention and now you're looking down a barrel though nigga
Now she looking for her pantyhose, nigga
We just looking for the casserole, nigga
But she gon' show us where you stash it though, nigga
Mona

Ah, everyday she wake up with a different color makeup
And a promise he gon' take to the movie and the mall
Chilling with the Laker, on the floor
Fourth quarter, four minute on the clock Black Mamba with the ball
Paparazzi looking at them both popping up and take a picture, uh
Probably on a Internet blog
In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Mona Lisa
Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in her walls
And he digging in it like he living in it
Make a new religion with it
Man a nigga 'bout to go against God
Poetry in a pear tree, sweet tone like a hummingbird
When she asked him, did he want to make love in a yellow taxi
Never gave two f*ck, jumped in the backseat
Woke up in the morning to The Great Gatsby
Then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie
I'ma a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughing
I'ma call up again like I did last week
Make good with the friend and I'm all jazzy
Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley
Found out that I f*cked, he was unhappy
Bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me
Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me
'Bout no motherf*cking double standard, acting
F*cking on another nigga, that's negative alone
But you sucked his dick, that's just nasty
Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone (No)
You f*cking with Wayne? (No)
Bitch, gimme your phone (No, let me take this call)
(Lick me like a lollipop)
He on your f*cking ringtone?
Is that the shit that you do?
Touching yourself, looking at Kendrick videos
Jump on the Internet, watching his interviews
I don't know what the f*ck, lately got into you
Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder
Forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter?
The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma daycare after school
And she never did charge her
You scandalous as f*ck, and I hope you blow up
You know what, I give up, let me go get my gun, I got one in the chamber
I'm plannin' on aimin', God dammit, you know the damage is done
Bitch I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress
I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess
So in conclusion, since you like rappers that's killing that pussy I'm killing myself

She say, ooh, daddy, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
She say, ooh, no emotion, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah

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What About Me

If you saw me, would you understand?
That I can't stand you with another man
I see you happy where your life is at
I see you smile, I can't live with that

'Cause what about me? Yeah
I stayed up all night for you
Girl, girl what about me? Yeah
I shut down my life for you
Now you run around with him, and him, and him
How you do that?
How you act like I never held you every night
And now you never call back, please
Girl, girl, what about me?

Oh, tell me do you ever think about it?
Those lonely nights when you 'bout lost it
The only time that you would call
Was just to tell me it's my fault
I let you cry, I let you worry
I let you yell, I let you hurt me
I gave you everything you needed
And now you're gone, gone, gone
Tell me, how you do that to me? Yeah

Girl what about me? Yeah
I stayed up all night for you (yeah)
Girl, girl what about me? Yeah (girl, what about me?)
I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life)
Now you run around with him, and him, and him
How you do that?
How you act like I never held you every night
And now you never call back, please (please)
Girl, girl what about me?
Oh girl, girl, girl what about me? Me?

Didn't think about me
When I'm flying OT, I be up in them streets
You tellin' me that you gon' leave
Hittin' my phone with the beep
Knock it out, baby, creep
Oh, 'cause I just wanna see you smile
Did none of them tears ain't for you, baby
Them they ain't matchin' yo' style
I'm kickin' this flav with yo' sauce
And counting up loot
Plus, I'm thinking 'bout you
And all of the things that we used to do
And all of the shit we went through
Girl I don't want you with no other dude

Girl what about me? Yeah (girl, what about me?)
I stayed up all night for you (I stayed up all night)
Girl, girl what about me? (what about me, girl? Yeah, what about me, girl?)
I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life)
Now you run around with him, and him, and him
How you do that? (how, girl?)
How you act like I never held you every night
And now you never call back, please (please)
Girl, girl, girl what about me? Me? (yeah, what about me?)
Oh-ho-oh

---

Open Letter

Ah-em

Sometimes I feel like I ain't shit
Sometimes a nigga feel like shit
Talkin’ 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "dear life" shit
So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it
I just hope I die for a reason
They probably won't miss me 'til they need me
Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord
I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "dear life" shit
Way too concerned to be conceited
I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord
Die tryna reach 'em
They care more about how much I leave 'em, where'd I leave it?
I hope I leave more of an impression on my kids
To be destined to have blessings to believe in, Lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You're a son of a gun"
Just got off the phone with my daughter
Told her, "I won't hesitate to f*ck a young nigga up", Lord
A few bitches left me
That only got a new bitch elected
My old bitch was too disrespectful
And only give my new bitch respect
That’s power, yes
So now we’re next
Can't lie though, I tried though
I’ll die tryin', that's a common death
We was such a team, we was chasin' our dreams
Then it stopped, now I’m outta breath
Now they try to tell me I need rest
And I'll find love again, I ain't find it yet
Oh, but I guess it is what it is
As it appears, oh shit
The object in the mirror is more near than it appears, oh shit
And sometimes I fear who in the mirror
That nigga weird
He done died so many times but still here
Why am I here?
Dear life
What is my meaning? My reason?
Naked bitches really love ones
Sometimes our loved ones don't love us
I'm f*ckin' more than I'm makin' love
Sometimes I make my rubber wear a rubber
I just tell my lady, "Nothing's easy"
Even though I make it look easy
But understand looks are deceiving
Lookin' like I'm lookin' for some grievance
'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it
Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it
Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it
Doctor ain't prescribin' what he ain't realizin'
Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me
Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin'
I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die
I can't deny it, you can't tame a lion
I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string
I can't describe it
Feel like a anchor tied to my finger
Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink
I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas
There's strength in numbers but there's honor over strength
I talked to God the other day, he said he got a nigga
So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink
It's way too real
The shit I'm talkin' way way too real
I hope it gave you chills
The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill
You don't know how dead you feel until you're dead for real
Gettin' high after I paid the bill
Lower than a Navy SEAL
Show up with them Navy guns
I hope somebody prayin' for 'em
Price tag, no mistake, somebody payin' for 'em
Ice baths, when my face numb, no expression
What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit?
Mama told me, "F*ck the world and be so aggressive"
Be so fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive
I don't get too high to look over blessings
Never come in second, make the most of your seconds
They so precious
'Cause if we could buy time every store would sell it
If you want me to read your mind, need correct spelling
I keep it real, niggas better keep it copasetic
Where the weed? I feel like I'm getting sober headache
Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better
I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter

Dear life
Was is my meaning? My reason?
That's the question
I ask the reader
God bless the reader
Dear life
What is my meaning? My reason?
That's the question

You know, when he told me Toya was havin' a baby
I say, "Y'all young. You know y'all young."
I said but, "Be the best father you can be," you know
And truly, he is that

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Famous

[Chorus: Reginae Carter]
Welcome to your name in lights
All the lighters in the sky (yeah)
You must be famous
This is how you live your life, different city every night (yeah)
You must be famous, famous

[Lil Wayne]
I'ma be on the TV, mama, Pac voice
People point at me, say, "Oh my God"
They got a point
Tried to blow my nose and blew my mind
It's mind-blowing
And gold diggers dig until they find oil
And I'm sittin' here reading what was written 'bout what I do, what I didn't
I ruined relationships before my image, but
All I ever wanted was everybody's attention
'Cause most people are nobody 'til somebody kill 'em
Probably thought that my career be short and sweet
Wishin' I was in your shoes, I'd take them off and find a beach
And superstars don't sparkle, we high-beam
And you can't spell fame, without me
And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet
Like, "Thank God, f*ck fame, and thank me"
'Cause superstars don't sparkle, superstars beam
I was your main man, 'til I went mainstream
I'ma be on the TV, mama

[Reginae Carter & Lil Wayne]
Welcome to your name in lights (woo!)
All the lighters in the sky (I must be famous)
You must be famous (yeah, oh my God I must be famous)
This is how you live your life (yeah)
Different city every night (I must be famous)
You must be famous, famous

[Lil Wayne]
Rich and famous, it's better to be rich and famous
Message to my lawyer: "Don't let me make these bitches famous"
You know entertainers, sex, drugs and entertainment get so instantaneous
Simultaneous, miscellaneous, party long and hard
And pray death is quick and painless
Livin' in the spotlight, twistin' life up when it's blinking
I'm never alone
I got my demons and my angels
Can't talk to myself, 'cause mama said don't talk to strangers
Relatives; ain't seen 'em since the grass been greener
And some people say I changed but they can't hear me jingle
I want Tina and Nancy, I get Nancy and Tina
Never question myself, unless I ask, "Am I dreamin'?"
The fan mail and subpoenas, jail cells to arenas
Car wash to the cleaners, Walmart to Neiman's
They told me time would tell
I told time to kiss my ass
And I heard, "Can you look this way? Can you look this way?"
Flash! I must be famous

[Reginae Carter & Lil Wayne]
Welcome to your name in lights (yeah!)
All the lighters in the sky (you must be famous)
You must be famous (I'ma be on the TV, mama!)
This is how you live your life (yeah, yeah)
Different city every night (oh my God, I must be famous)
You must be famous, famous

You probably thought that my career, be short and sweet
You wish that I was in your shoes, I'd take them off 'cause life's a beach
And superstars don't sparkle, we shine deep
And you can't spell fame, without me
And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet
Like, "Thank God, f*ck fame, and thank me"
'Cause superstars don't twinkle, superstars gleam
I was your main man, 'til I went mainstream
I'ma be on the TV, mama

[Reginae Carter & Lil Wayne]
Welcome to your name in lights
All the lighters in the sky (oh my God, I must be famous)
You must be famous (oh my God, I must be famous)
This is how you live your life
Different city every night (oh my God, I must be famous)
You must be famous, famous

[Lil Wayne]
I'ma be on the TV, mama
Kiss my motherf*ckin' ass

---

Problems

Zaytoven

[Chorus]
If lovin' me is wrong, I don’t wanna be right, then bitch you hatin'
I'm never wrong, one time I thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken
I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later
I’m never home, one time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix

Off button, pause button, stop button, lock button
Belly button, big ol' titties she pop buttons, head buttin'
Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button
Percocets that's my buttons, hit the pop button
Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan
Smokin' science lab
I should have a tattoo that say, "I'm not like my dad"
Jesus Christ, amen
My hand in the psychic's hand, she see righteous plans
I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span
She see empty hands like, "Oooh, Lordy," smellin' like Cool Water
Just got them new Cartier, the Rollie was too salty
That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
My little bitch body a trophy
Naked pics, five in the morning, sunglasses, smilin’ emoji
Pull up on the opps, surprise party
Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley
That is your homie he died for ya
Check your home screen, that's God callin’
We makin' an impact, my nigga
We not just black, nigga, we rich and black, nigga
And all them bitches they been after niggas
They run away then they come limpin' back, nigga
Amen, feeling like Our Father
Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses?
That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
My little bitch body will solve it
And when you say timber, please, will you whisper?
My nigga, I'm quietly fallin', shhhhh

If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, bitch, you hatin'
I'm never wrong, one time thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken
I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later
I'm never home every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix

Hello? Hello? Rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga
That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
I got rich nigga problems, lil whoadie

If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, bitch, you hatin'
I'm never wrong, one time I thought I was wrong, I was only mistaken
I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later
I'm never home every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix

Rest in peace, I rest in peace and harmony
I don't talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach
I don't play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave
The fork in the road, grab the fork and eat
Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese
But you doin' nothing while they sayin' nothing
And never worth nothing, but it's always free, psychopath
Blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin' science lab
I should have tattoo that say "I'm nothin' like your man"
Jesus Christ, Amen!
My hand in the psychic' hand
She see righteous plans, I see power plans
She take my hands put 'em in her pants
Do the hyphy dance then I wipe my hands
Feeling like Our Father
Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses?
That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie

You got penny pinch nigga problems, lil whoadie
On the bench nigga problems, lil whoadie
I got a bitch nigga problem, lil whoadie
More bitches more problems, lil whoadie
That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
What is this nigga problem, lil whoadie?
I got rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Yea

If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, bitch you hate me
I'm never wrong, one time thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken
I live all alone, no home telephone, talk to you later
I'm never home every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix

---

Dope Niggaz

I thank the Lord I'm not a broke nigga
I'm dope, nigga
Change my name, I ain't like average, Joe nigga
Up above with my above average, hoe nigga
Tight frame with a tight camel, toe nigga
I got killers on the front line
You on the sideline
Follow the guidelines or you be in the skyline
Killers on the inside, and on your blindside
Shoot you right between your motherf*ckin' eyebrows
Ooh, kill 'em, it's that Carter 5, let me get 'em
I'm feeling like John Gotti Lennon
And you gon' respect my mind, and my sign, and my emblem
You got money on your mind and we're aiming at your temple
Check me out or just be quiet in the library, nigga
Or the flowers on your bread gon' be dyin' every winter
And as long as I'm alive I'm a financial wizard
Long as I can make a dolla outta dime and a nickle
Thank the Lord I'm not a broke nigga

I get the money, I'm a hustler
So if you're buying what I'm selling, you a customer
See I can get it to you anywhere, anything
But it's point-blank range, when the pistol bang
I mix it up, I fix it up, and I switched it up
I locked down this end and got it twisted up
See I'm a dog, but I LOC, with my locs
They say "You are what you smoke"

I grew up around dope niggas, uh uh dope niggas
I grew up around dope niggas

Yea, I grew up around dope niggas and cold killers
And most niggas was both, nigga
Two sport niggas
I was no different from those niggas
But I was chose nigga
See those niggas saw more in me than these hoes nigga
Momma was a go-getter, a coach nigga
Taught me everything I know, nigga
A soul sister, taught me how to be a goal tender
Support system for that bitch, you played her role with ya
And those children, I ain't lying, slime
All my niggas balling, it's a f*cking team sport
I could change the world but I done lost the remote
All my niggas balling, that's how it's supposed to be, hoe
I could change the world, I rather change to beast mode
Coke sniffers and dope stickers
And most niggas was both, nigga
Explode nigga, pop a motherf*ckin' cork, nigga
To those niggas, 'cause life's too f*cking short nigga
Get old nigga, I ain't lying
Got a gold mirror just to see my goals clearer
Be a role player, role model, when you roll with 'em
And they say you don't need to be with us, stay on the road nigga
That way I wouldn't come to the end of the road with 'em
Man, all my niggas targets, that's including me, hoe
I could change the world, I rather change the people
And definitions 'cause we're defined by our legal roles
All your haters fueling, my needle broke
Lord I ain't a broke nigga

I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga
I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga

I get the money, I'm a hustler
So if you're buying what I'm selling, you a customer
See I can get it to you anywhere, anything
But it's point-blank range, when the pistol bang (I thank the lord I ain't a broke nigga)
I mix it up, I fix it up, and I switched it up
I locked down this end and got it twisted up
See I'm a dog, but I LOC, with my locs
They say "You are what you smoke"

I grew up around dope niggas, uh, uh, dope niggas
I grew up around dope niggas
I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga

---

Hittas

[Sample: Lil Wayne & David Letterman]
Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards?
I don't know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently. She was crazy, stupid thick

[Lil Wayne]
Mack in here
Pooh in here
Scoob in here with me

Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them niggas back up
Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups?
Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up
Tell ’em get they iron right before Iron-Man come
Tell 'em bring my car around, tell 'em bitches lap up
I’ma cut this music down, tell 'em put they APs up
Tell 'em throw they pride out, roll the windows back up
Money in the air, who said white men can't jump?
Catch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump
Let me get the phone and the car once it's gassed up
AK-47 make a sittin' duck stand up
I could let it blast, but I much rather have one
Tell 'em bring my car around, tell 'em bitches lap up
Then them hoes get passed down, then them hoes get passed up
Sittin’ on this money to me feel like a cactus
I’m stickin' to this shit, you would’ve been have hopped yo' ass up

[Chorus]
Tell 'em, I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie
I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie (plenty woadie)

[Lil Wayne & Katie Couric]
I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie
And they just wait for the word, this shit like Wheel of Fortune
Goddamn, these snitches nosy, goddamn, these snitches nosy
Nigga, I'm a ass with that semi, call me semicolon
Yeah I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie
They kick the door and kill yo’ ass and leave the children snorin'
I'm sippin' lean out a glass, make me feel important
I made some green in the past and now it's good as golden
Yeah, clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one

[Lil Wayne]
I got hittas woadie
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie (plenty woadie)
I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie

[Lil Wayne & Drake]
I'm so lifted, I'm so lifted
I wrote my will in hieroglyphics (in hieroglyphics)
Weezy, where you been? The people miss you
Crickets
I got hittas and they not kidders, that's my niggas
You got niggas but they not hittas, they got jitters
They get hit up, I'm placin' figures on your niggas
Takin' bidders, yo' bae, yo' niggas, don't make a difference
I got shooters, on pharmaceuticals?, they armed and brutal
Armed intruders, 'cause we don't doodle, we draw conclusions
I got sprayers, all type of sprayers, we gon' need Google
I got paper, on top of paper, we gon' need rulers
I'm effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals
Strong as sumo, we armed as usual, my hittas hungry
Charleston Chew you, bazookas chew you, just like Bazookas
Don't confuse 'em, we only hittas, y'all only humans
Don't get hit up, woadie (hit up, woadie, hit up, woadie)
'Cause I got hittas woadie

[Jacida Carter]
He's a very smart child. And I just said he was a genius, you know what I'm sayin'?
Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one. You know, he did.
He's so smart, I can't teach him nothin'. He's done been here before

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Took His Time

Momma said God took his time when he made me
I put my pride to the side, off safety
I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef
'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat

Momma said God took his time when he made me
I put my pride to the side, off safety
I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef
'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat

Momma said God took his time when he made me (yeah)
God took his time when he made me
I put my pride to the side, off safety
And look alive, look alive

Smoke one, ready to po' one
Tote one, scared of no one
You never know when your close ones is a pussy, 'til your nose run
Bickin' back bein' bool, trigger happy his goons
Bigger mansion and pool, I need a map for this room
Don't need a casket to view 'em
You can leave the rats in the sewers
I'm speedin' past in the newest, soft top like the Jewish
Thrasher Sweatshirt, Vans on
Aw daddy, the bitches hands on
F*cked your bitch for a Sam's card, a SIM card and an Android
Shots all in the airway, bullets make 'em do ballet
Pullin' triggers like hairspray, shoot 'em in the head bad hair day
In broad day light let's play, lil' kids playin' jump rope
Leave his body on the front porch, it's a cold world but the sun show
Where the paper and the drugs, though?
At your neighbor with the snub-nose
I be seen with the unseen, you be seen with the unknowns
All your bitches in the done zone, all my bitches in the fun zone
Swallowin' all my unborns, say it taste like a love song
In the cut like a cutworm, keep it cool, keep the cup warm
Rum bum bum bum bum if they come for 'em, I tell 'em

God took his time when he made me
Got my pride to the side, off safety
On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef
'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat

Momma said God took his time when he made me
Pride to the side, off safety
On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef
'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat

Momma said God took his time when he made me
God took his time when he made me

Sorry, boys, bar is closin', where we goin' for breakfast?
Put pressure on the precious, and put extra on the extras
Extra ready for my presence, extra sexy but she selfish
Just want me to see selfies of the pelvis, overwhelming
Talking money over salmon in Italian and Australian
F*ck it even have some salad, I'm just valuin' the value
Wake up and smell the azeleas
Sang her prayers like Mahalia
I just don't know what to tell ya, but, hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
Devil lies jumpin' at ya, coming from what's coming at ya
I come from where they come at ya
In a way you can't come back from
I attack from every crack, while you been chillin' I been active
I been still inside the action, you been actin' I been buildin'
You been blabbin', you been bickerin'
I been black and I been sippin' like the Dracula
I been feelin' like Galactus, got a million in the mattress, a gazillion in the pantry
If you don't know why I'm not answering you should kill who you been askin'

God took his time when he made me
Got my pride to the side, off safety
I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef
'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat

Momma said God took his time when he made me
Pride to the side, off safety
On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef
'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat

Momma said God took his time when he made me
God took his time when he made me
Pride to the side, off safety
Look alive, look alive
Look alive, look alive, yeah
Look alive, look alive

Momma said God took his time when he made me
Look alive, look alive
Carter Five, Carter Five, yeah,
Carter Five, Carter Five, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

---

Open Safe

Turn the music up
Mustard on that beat, hoe

Tattoos on my face, nigga (mm)
Grill shining in your face, nigga (yeah)
Blowin' smoke in your face, nigga
Hoes smilin' in my face, nigga
Your hoe smiling in my face, nigga (hello)
She out of line, she out of place, nigga (hello)
Everybody know my face, nigga
All eyes on me, get the mace, nigga
Uh, bad bitch with the face glitter
Snoop Dogg, murder was the case nigga
Yeah, my homie got a open case, nigga
We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga
Uh, looking like an open safe, nigga
We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga
Yeah, if it's beef, we overate, nigga
Bap, bap, bap, bap, it's no debate, nigga
Yeah, there go the bass, nigga
You niggas starve, we let food go to waste, nigga
Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga
I do the same shit I learned on sex-tapes with her
New money, call it cake, fresh-baked nigga
Hungry, bullets eating off your chest-plate nigga
I hope this bitch don't think that I'ma have faith in her (no-no)
Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her
When the dick was halfway in her
Damn, you ain't dead yet? I'm amazed, nigga
Guess what? I'm coming back with that gauge, nigga
Not the face, but I feel like Sway, nigga
Got you dizzy, turning over in your grave, nigga
I could shoot this bitch and still drive straight, nigga
Bap, bap, bap, bap, I'm irate, nigga
5'5, stuntin' like I'm 5'8, nigga (what?)
Bumbu out the glass, no chase nigga (bumbu)
Only smoke on gas, no brakes, nigga
No brakes, road rage
My new money gonna die of old age
When they shoot me, we don't race, we gon' need our own space
Need a piece of that pie, we gon' need it homemade
I be coming home late, bad bitch, long face
She do every single thing but rub me the wrong way
96 Don P, I have that with Corn Flakes
And I never been intrigued by the patterns on snakes
You could dump a dead body, man, I think I know a place
She gon' suck the prototype then swallow all the proteges, nigga
Lookin' like a open safe, nigga
We in this bitch, looking like Miss Oprah's safe, nigga (we're safe)
My homie caught a whole case (whole case)
Celebrating like he got a cold case, nigga (oh!)
Whew, wait nigga
Had to take a smoke break nigga
A smoke break nigga

I stick her hands in the fan blades, nigga
That's when she told me where her man stayed, nigga
I ran up in that bitch on a rampage nigga
In the morning, brains in the pancakes nigga
My bitch classy and she keep her classmates with her
Your bitch ashy and she keep an ashtray with her
Had to do it one time for my skate niggas
Skate up on you, blam blam, skate away nigga
Kick push, that mean grind and get paid, nigga
These pay cuts bleed through the Band-Aid nigga
So walk it like you talk it, sashay, nigga
Skate up on you, blam blam
Okay nigga, I just left Jose nigga, I just left Jose, nigga
Federales on my ass, f*ckin' had a boat chase nigga
They didn't see no face nigga
Your bitch spent the whole day with us
If she open her f*ckin' mouth, knock all the white out, no racism
That's cold, homies, pump that bass, nigga
And sometimes we close the safe, nigga
But there ain't no code to break, niggas
I capitalize off my own mistakes, you lowercase nigga
Your bitch cut her legs when they was on my shoulder-blades nigga
Don't hate (don't hate) call an ace, an ace, nigga
Got Mack with me up in this bitch and a MAC just in case nigga
I'm a Scarface, nigga, f*ck your human race, nigga
I'm on base, nigga, yeah Lil Tunechi safe, nigga
Uh, looking like an open safe, nigga
We in this bih looking like an open safe, nigga
Ya, uh, looking like an open safe, nigga
We in this bih looking like an open safe, nigga
Your hoe smiling in my face nigga
She outta line, she out of place, nigga
I hope this bitch don't think that I'ma have faith in her
Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her

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Start This Shit Off Right

We gon' start this shit off right (off right)
We got bad ass bitches in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right (off right)
We got some bad ass bitches in the house tonight

We gon' start this shit off right (off right)
We got bad ass bitches in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right (off right)
We got some bad ass bitches in the house tonight

We got some bad ass bitches, bad ass bitches
Bitches outside, them some sad ass bitches
Leggo, leggo, leggo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We got some bad ass bitches, bad ass bitches
Bitches outside, them some sad ass bitches
Leggo, leggo, leggo
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ashanti)

I f*cked around and made a bunch of f*ck around money
Now I feel like found money
I'm f*ckin awesome, 'til awesome have a child for me
Got homies who ain't comin' home 'til the cows coming
Niggas with power, they tryna press our power buttons
Now baby make that ass clap
Like it's proud of me
She said "I will" like ill with an apostrophe
It's lil' Tunechi, word around on the streets
Now everything is workin' out like obliques
They wanna see it obese
You drive me crazy, you gon' crash the 'vert
Get out my business, why you act like a clerk
I got a white girl, she call me names like bastard and jerk
That's when I send her ass back to the 'burbs
F*cked her right, good night, die with 'em open
I'm with a big booty bitch dressed inappropriate
Cocaine, baking soda and some hot water
Kept the feinds comin' back to me not karma
Smiled at my first kilo like a proud father
Smiled at my first judge like, "I'll be out tomorrow"
Keep the Glock on 'em
All eyes on me, I had a Pac moment
This a Mannie Fresh beat and I go Pac on it
My homeboys proud of me like Barack homies
Your homeboys tired of me, I hope they die yawnin'
Leave ya house haunted
I ain't kiddin' I ain't playin', f*ck up your house party
Lil Tunechi

So DJ, won’t you play some more songs?
‘Cause we ain’t got nowhere to go but home
Yeah, we ain’t got nowhere to go but wrong
Whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh
So DJ, won’t you play some more songs?
‘Cause we ain’t got nowhere to go but home
Yeah, we ain't got no way to go wrong (got you 'Shanti)

Just a watch and a mink coat
Wherever I spit at, a tree grow
I'm a Blood with some c-notes
And I'm gettin' more checks than a peephole
I dun' been through hell and back on a steamboat
Met the devil, came back feelin' frio
Gangbanging, tatted up like Latinos
And since I’m on my Spanish shit, it’s Carter Cinco
Mami is bionic and bisexual, bilingual
Mami is a goddess but she gotta let her wings show
Mami tryna f*ck me with her team, that's a team sport
All these bad bitches in this bitch but I ain't seen yours
Muscle car look like I just got out the bing, whoa
Drop the top, smell like I just opened a weed store
A nice beat mixed with Tunechi like a cream float
With Mannie Fresh the OG, now it's a G.O.
Got the squad in this bitch case it pop off
Fresh, can you please tell these niggas I’ve been rich since the Hot Boys
Bad ass dog by the screen door
Your girl walking 'round my house
Wearing nothing but my watch and my mink coat, yeah
Now everybody throw a five, throw a five, Carter Cinco
And since I’m on my Spanish shit, them other boys finito

We gon' start this shit off right
We got bad ass bitches in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right
We got some bad ass bitches in the house tonight

We got some bad ass bitches, bad ass bitches
Bitches outside, them some sad ass bitches
Leggo, yeah, leggo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We got some bad ass bitches, some bad ass bitches
In the restroom, in the mirror takin' pictures
All right, yeah, that's alright, yeah, that's alright
Yeah, that's alright, yeah

We got some bad ass bitches, some bad ass bitches
Couple niggas trippin', mean muggin' makin’ fistses
It's alright, it's alright
Hope we don't fight, no
Welcome

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Demon

Sleeping with the enemy, my demons are too intimate
She's sleeping very gently so now they're starting to enter it
And now they're starting to mentor me, geekin’ like Brittany
Tweaking my energy, eat and die sympathy
Scream and cry, infamy
Come alive mentally, and love, die physically
My love cry miserably
Hugs getting looser, her tongue tied kissing me
She f*cked thy niggas see now they both iggin' me
But demons got dignity
Demons got memories, I had a lil' revenge in me
So now I'm at sentencing, 'bout to start giggling
And then I start sizzlin'

A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands

She agree to my demands too
Brought the demon out her ass too
I'm a demon, I demand you
A demon with demands, a demon with demands
I'm a demon with demands, I got demons on demand, yeah yeah yeah
I'm a demon, I demand you, brought the demon out the man, ooh
Brought the demon out the man, ooh
The demon out the man
Brought the demon out the man, ooh

You done pulled the demon out the man
Pulled the demon out the pants
Put the demon in your mouth
Then pulled it clean up out your ass
Took her demon by the hands
Asked the demon, "Can we dance?"
Found a halo in her trash but she don't talk about her past

A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands
A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands

A demon with demands, a demon with demands
I'm a demon with demands, I got demons on demand, yeah yeah yeah
I'm a demon by demand too, bought the demon out the man, ooh
She agree to my demands too, you done brought the demon out the man ooh
Brought the demon out her ass too

Sleeping with the enemy, my demons are too intimate
She's sleeping very gently so now they're starting to enter it
And now they're starting to mentor me, geekin’ like Brittany
Tweaking my energy, eat and die sympathy
Scream and cry, infamy
Come alive mentally, and love, die physically
My love cry miserably
Hugs getting looser, her tongue tied kissing me
She f*cked thy niggas see now they both iggin' me
But demons got dignity
Demons got memories, I had a lil' revenge in me
So now I'm at sentencing, 'bout to start giggling
And then I start sizzlin'

A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands

You done pulled the demon out the man
Pulled the demon out the pants
Put the demon in your mouth
Then pulled it clean up out your ass
Took her demon by the hands
Asked the demon, "Can we dance?"
Found a halo in her trash but she don't talk about her past

Brought the demon out her ass too
You done brought the demon out her ass too
Demonic, demonic, demonic, demonic
Demonic, demonic, demonic, demonic, demonic
Demon with demands, demon with demands
Demon with demands, demon with demands

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Mess

[Chorus]
Because my days is a mess
My nights is a mess, my life is a mess
My life is a mess of happiness
Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love
Fuck it, my bae is a mess
My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess
I guess, my bae is obsessed
My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless
But you gon' have to excuse my mess

She gon' have to excuse my ex
I'ma have to excuse her pets
She gon' have to be juicy wet if she gon' ride on this Tune Express
I'ma have to excuse her text
She gon' have to exclude the rest
She gon' have to tell dudes to step
Nigga, to the left, nigga, to the left
Messy, messy on some Percocets
Smoking purple veggie, that's my herbal essence
With a curvy, sexy woman hurting extra 'cause I'm working extra
I just heard her lecture, but I swerved the questions
And reserved a section with a bunch of bitches that prefer the pleasure
It's quarter-to-seven
They just heard the shower water runnin' in the morning
Dirty Devil, I'm a mess

But I'm sorry babe, but I gotta let go
Now she feel like she on death row
She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost
And I can hear her teardrops echo
Her teardrops turn into XO
Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe

'Cause my days is a mess
My nights is a mess, my life is a mess
My life is a mess
My life is a mess of happiness
Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love
But f*ck it, more one's, my bae is a mess
My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess
I guess, my bae is obsessed
My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless
But you gon' have to excuse my mess

Yes, no pressure, it’s a jungle out here
Fell in love with a stripper, Lord, I know she got bills
But I'ma make it rain until she see a flood of ideas
Got me all up in my feelings without knowing what I feel
I'm a mess
And now she over talking about staying over
And she ask could she call her clan over?
I say that's the shit and now we asshole-ing
Now fast forward 'til the morning time
Broken glasses with a bunch of ashes, makeup, and lashes
Out of place mattress, shit happens 'cause my days is a mess

I'm sorry babe, but I gotta let go
Now she feel like she on death row
She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost
And I can hear her teardrops echo
Her teardrops turn into Petrol
Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe

'Cause my days is a mess
My nights is a mess, my life is a mess
My life is a mess
My life is a mess of happiness
Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love
But f*ck it, more one's, my bae is a mess
My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess
I guess, my bae is obsessed
My side bitch possessed, my wifey care less
But you gon' have to excuse my mess

Yes, f*ck it, more ones, f*ck it, more ones
Fuck it more ones, f*ck it, more ones
I'm? making a mess with all of these ones
Fuck it, more ones, f*ck it, more ones
My life is a mess of happiness
Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love
But f*ck it, more one's

---

Dope New Gospel

Man in the mirror, my hero
He helped me center my ego
When I think I'm bad like Michael
He bring me back down to Tito
Man in the mirror, my hero
He helped me see like an eagle
He helped me hear enemies cry wolf
Then he see me take off my sheep clothes

Hasta la vida, adios
Beat the odds like mosquitoes
Keep in mind I'm a negro so my open mind got a screen door
Bitches wan' come play the lead role
And end up with nothin' but B-roll
Sit on the dick in a C-4
Then I come back with a cheat code
Pill bottle only half full
But f*ck it my nigga, I'm past good
Sexy bitch rubbin' my tats good
But before she do, bitch, wash yo' hands good
I'm flexin' muscles that you can't pull
You can't make a fist 'cause I'm a handful
I never really knew my dad good
But still grew up to be the big bad wolf
You always see me with the white cup
Some people say that it's a bad look
But take a good look at what you are lookin' at
You never know when it's your last look
It's written all over my face
These tattoos, they can't be erased
One of a kind, I can't be replaced
In case that mirror breaks

Well it's been way too long
And I wonder what it's been like
Tryna get back right with ya
'Cause I've been on my own
Or at least that's what it feels like
Wanna get back right with ya
It's been way too long
And I wonder what it's been like

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Man in the mirror, my hero
He helped me center my evil
I see the fire in his eyes
But he keep my blood temperature zero
Man in the mirror my 'migo
Creme de la, creme de la creole
Couple a cracks in the mirror, he been through the cracks
I see no cracks in me, though

Daytime, start to turn black
Everything stop like start to twirl
Thank God, Wheezy back, order is restored, all is right with the world
Last times become we lost time
No free time, 'til I bought time
No tea time, no off time
No me time, on y'all time
Blessings shower from the north side
From the brightest flower out the darkest skies
Love is blind, but we caught eyes
It's a bumpy road, but a joyride
Still can't ignore my rappetite
Like a hungry shark in a koi pond
Still the mothaf*ckin' best rapper, a-live
Nigga, y'all died

Well it's been way too long
And I wonder what it's been like
Tryna get back right with ya
'Cause I've been on my own
Or at least that's what it feels like
Wanna get back right with ya
It's been way too long
And I wonder what it's been like
'Cause I've been on my own
Or at least that's what it feels like
Wanna get back right with ya
Yeah, it's been way too long
And I wonder what it's been like

Man in the mirror, my hero
He helped me center my evil
When I think I'm bad like Michael
He bring me back down to Tito
It's written all over my face
Tattoos that can't be erased
One of a kind, I can't be replaced
In case that mirror breaks

---

Perfect Strangers

Yeah

I don't know who you are anymore
Talking to the man in her mirror
That been f*ckin' with these bitches
And it's dangerous
Sleepin' with these strangers
Every night a different woman doing the same shit
But, you don't even call anymore
And you don't even care
So who am I to love anyone?
I know it's f*cked up
Different city, switching women
Putting cups up, getting f*cked up

And, we don't even talk anymore
Ain't got no time to spare
So who are we to trust anyone?
And that's what's f*cked up
We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other
And that's a f*ck up

Damn, love don't live here
Love, I don't live here
She say "Why you leave your shit here?"
I'm tryna' be sincere
When we both know it ain't right
She hate that we can get loose
But I can never hang tight

We don't even make love anymore
Acting like our phones got our attention
Or we watching television
And it's painless
We act like we strangers
I just don't know who we are anymore

I'm, I'm not supposed to be here
'Cause love don't live here
But I'm here, and she here
She tell me, "Stay all night"
She just want a refill
And then she want to start fights
'Bout, what about how she feel
She tell me I'm a cheap thrill
I know she don't mean that
She think I feed her lies
But I don't get no feedback
As she watch me pack
"Baby where my keys at?"
Kiss her on the forehead and tell her that I'll be back
Her teeth smacked

I don't know who you are anymore
Talking to the man in her mirror
That been f*ckin' with these bitches
And it's dangerous
Sleepin' with these strangers
Every night a different woman doing the same shit
But, you don't even call anymore
And you don't even care
So who am I to love anyone?
I know it's f*cked up
Different city, switching women
Putting cups up, getting f*cked up

And, we don't even talk anymore
Ain't got no time to spare
So who are we to trust anyone?
And that's what's f*cked up
We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other
And that's a f*ck up

I was talking to myself the other day
My homies call me cray
My momma tell me "Pray"
She said I need a day
I said I need a bae
She said believe in faith
Mom, they love me either way
Hold up, wait
Let me set my alarm
You say don't sweat your alarm
And now the pressure is on
So now there's sweat in my palm
But her reception ain't warm
So my deception preforms
And then that silence is awkward
Like, am I deaf or alone?
I gotta jet in the morn'
And she upset and I'm calm
And when a woman in scorned
Is when your welcome is worn
Now her temperature's showing
And I just weathered her storm
And she expect me to stay
I be like "Let go my arm!"
She said

I don't know who you are anymore
Talking to the man in her mirror
I been f*ckin' with these bitches
And it's dangerous
Sleepin' with these strangers
Every night a different woman doing the same shit
And she say, "You don't even call anymore
And you don't even care
So who am I to love anyone?"
I know it's f*cked up
Different city, switching women
Putting cups up, getting f*cked up

She say, "We don't even talk anymore"
Ain't got no time to spare
So who are we to trust anyone?
And that's whats f*cked up
We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other
And that's a f*ck up

She say, "We don't even make love anymore"
Acting like our phones got our attention
Or we watching television
And it's painless
We act like we strangers
I just don't know who we are anymore
Perfect strangers

---

Used 2

I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes
I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi
I used to walk a thin line, now I'm walking chin high
I used to f*ck and get tired, now I f*ck her ten times
She used to make me dick rise, now she make me ribeyes
She used to make me six-nine, now she make her friend try
She used to make me love her, now she make me realize
It's money over bitches 'til the day I dizz-ie
Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side
I feel like Ivan Drago, if he dies, he dies

Find out where he reside and find out where he hide
Run up in that bitch like, "Hey!" pop-pop-pop, peace sign
Percocet, Promethazine, you can call me P-Rod
Taking shots at my team, you must be getting senile
You goin' at my slime then you're going at me, slime
Your blood all over the scene, it look like red cheap wine
I'm smoking on a key lime, you look like tea time
Look like honey to my beehive, I close your sweet eyes
Shoot ya in ya head, give ya ass three eyes
And you still ain't seen a f*cking thing until you C5
I remember you, I was never into you
I tell my shooters, shoot you and whoever resemble you
And every member who had been a friend of you or kin to you
They in it too, and bitches too, they mention you, they dentures loose
Run up in a nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth
Safe code now nigga, cough it up or spit it out
Oh my God I'm flipping out, flipping out then dipping out
I tried to turn the f*ckin' page, oh my God, I ripped it out

I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes
I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi
Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side
I feel like Ivan Drago, lil' bitch, and if he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth
But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

I used to know you niggas, I don't know you niggas
I just ignore you niggas, I don't bro you niggas
But my bros will smoke you niggas, like we grow you niggas
Kill your hoe too nigga, and your go-to niggas
I've been riding 'round the city with the safety off
Glock nine and it's pretty like a baby doll
You niggas bitches and it's pissing all the ladies off
My finger sitting on the trigger like a La-Z-Boy
If there's beef, I'm in the kitchen with the apron on
Put his words on the plate, that nigga ate 'em all
And I ain't wit' the talking, but damn now he talking
Nigga spilled the beans, damn, now it's coffee
Looking for your pussy ass like I got a warrant
I throw on a ski mask, that's a private party
Bullets jumping off your ass like they shock absorbent
Rock your bells, LL, nigga locked and loaded

I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes
I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi
Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side
I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
Yeah run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth
But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes
Used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi
Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side
I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth
But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

Mulah, baby
And you still ain't seen a f*cking thing until you C5

I still don't know today
Was he playing with the gun or was it an accident
But still, I just don't, I
I be wanting to ask him but I never asked him outta all these years
Was that a accident or did he, or was he playing with the gun
So I never really found out about what you know
What really happened with him and that shooting

---

Let It All Work Out

Let it all work out, let it all work out
Let it all work out, let it all work out
Let it all work out, let it all work out
Let it all work out
Work out, yeah

I'm in this bitch
Yeah, was on the outside, looking in this bitch
But now I'm in this bitch
Yeah, I'm in this bitch
Tunechi, you a genius
Looked in the mirror, said
"Don't let the money come between us"
I'm loaded, loaded at my earliest convenience
But f*ck 'em, I feel like I got ten middle fingers
I'm sippin', sippin' in this bitch and poppin' uppers
Girl, take this, this that shit that give a flower color
And some bitch named Wonder Woman told me not to wonder
The crumbs, you only see 'em when the cookie crumble
Real shit, look at my candle, still lit
Had to swallow my pride, though, swear it tastes like spearmint
Big up to my nigga with the strap on 'em
I never turn my back on 'em
Cold nigga act like they cool with ya
But a lot of these niggas be transformers
A lot of these players be bench-warmers
The game ain't easy, but it's fair, nigga
I'ma sit in this throne so long
'Til it's a f*ckin' rockin' chair, nigga
Bad bitch playin' with my hair, nigga
Said, "Relax, Tune, baby don't stress out"
But I got a lot of shit on my mind, though
She said, "Let that shit work itself out"
"Let that shit work itself out"

C5
Yeah, back in this bitch
Tune, you left this bitch
Like you knew this bitch was gon' let your ass back in this bitch
Let it all work out, let it all work out
But ain't nobody else like you in this bitch
Let it all work out
Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch

Cita, you a psychic
'Cause you said there be days like this
They want a piece of me, I ain't the one that's serving slices
Please swallow, I had my share of dirty diapers
Real shit, pussy niggas on that guilt trip
It'll be on in a heartbeat
You can't hear no pussy nigga's shit skip
I fear God, never fear men
Give back, never give in
Beat odds, never beat women
Keep an open mind, let 'em peek in it
Reach highs, never reach limits
Need minds, I don't need plenty
This C5, this for BI and Left Eye, and T-Boz
When I seen Chilli at a Floyd fight
I almost asked her to creep with me
But I was young, and I held my tongue
But with that tongue, I just keep spitting
So it all worked out

And now I'm in this bitch
And life said, "Tune, you knew me for way too long"
I never change, you know I been this bitch
And then she said, "Let it all work out"
Let it all work out, let it all work out (yeah)
Let it all work out, let it all work out

Tunechi you a monster
Looked in the mirror, but you wasn't there, I couldn't find ya
I'm lookin' for that big old smile, full of diamonds
Instead, I found this letter you ain't finished writin'
It read, "I'm sorry for even apologizing"
I tried, compromising and went kamikaze
I found my momma's pistol where she always hide it
I cry, put it to my head, then thought about it
Nobody was home to stop me, so I called my auntie
Hung up, then put the gun up to my heart and pound it
Too much was on my conscious to be smart about it
Too torn apart about it, I aim where my heart was pounding
I shot it, and I woke up with blood all around me
It's mine, I didn't die, but as I was dying
God came to my side and we talked about it
He sold me another life and he made a prophet

Yeah, and he said
"Let it all work out" (yeah)
Let it all work out (I'm still in this bitch)
Let it all work out
(Yeah, thank God 'cause I'm still in this bitch)
Let it all work out (phew)
Let it all work out
(But he said remember this)
Let it all work out
Let it all work out ("ain't nobody else like you in this bitch)
Let it all work out (Yeah)
Let it all work out (and don't forget what I did this, bitch)
Let it all work out (can't even remember when I didn't, bitch")
Let it all
Let it all work out (yeah)
Let it all work out (now I'm out this bitch)
Let it all work out (I'm out this bitch)
Let it all (and it all worked out)
Love you, Dwayne