Fly Away
Lil Wayne
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Ahem I'd like for you to take this time And remember where you was the first time you heard Dedication If I asked you how many times you've listened to D2 Could you tell me? Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a black president D4 and 5, we got back to business Y'all done copied the rhymes Y'all done stole the artwork Tried to emulate my shit-talkin' Weezy and Dram' we are the Mixtape Blueprint Hahaha! You welcome A Dedication Gangta Gizzilz I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; that's DNA Got a dyke ho, nympho, and your bitch layin' next to me and bae Eazy like NWA, they make me feel A-OK Feeling like Tony, grrreat, feeling all on me, TSA She got dollars, nut, and alcohol all over her T&A She snort all this KKK, and this broad need AAA Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA Yeah, we got A-M-M-O but you get beat like MMA I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; that my DNA You get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop hoes, Xanies straight I got P's, I got weight, I got keys, I got gates I got moon rock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, it's laced I smoke doobies, don't smoke J's Don't watch movies, don't go to plays I watch cuties, porn and play, I got Uzis on the way I don't be choosey, I don't be safe I don't get woozy, I get the waist My bitch ballin' like Zhané, Erykah Badu with the fade Capital-WNBA, I just teach her how to save I been sleepin' with my AK with my finger around her waist I been dreamin', I caught a body That's some sweet dreams, who want a taste? Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA That's the land of the Free, it's the home of AJ Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate She's gon' take it to the face like "Thin line between love and hate" I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call that my DNA All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods down in the A I got Bloods everywhere you lay, but ain't no blood in my filet Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like USDA OMW to your trap (blap) now I'll be on my way I got plugs I ain't got to pay, I got shit I ain't got to say I got cribs way out of state, I ain't got no more pocket space Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean like I wear a brace Queens want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is Grey Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, f*ck you, fly away Sick shit, blrrrp Dedicated To the culture that Tunechi birthed To the sons and daughters of Weezy Y'all niggas still watching a master at work (I already got) D6 I already got the Ganja I already got the Fanta All black like Uganda Hair back like E. Honda, wait Hardhat like a condom Your skull crack, then we crowned you Shark-bite to a flounder Bar-fight to a bouncer, wait All Franks like Sinatra Face been painted, they ain't never clowned him Everybody rakin' cash like it's autumn Y'all boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit All y'all take a seat on this toilet Y'all ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a Harley Keep bloodsuckers away with the garlic Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin Thought about your coffin and started barfin' Thought about your orphans, how they probably starvin' Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like Ricardo Walkin' 'round like the campus of Harvard Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the target Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the targets Waitin' on departure, waiting on a sculpture Make sure my vultures keep an extra cartridge Make sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie My dick is her electric chair, feel the voltage And her pussy better smell like a orchid Wetter than a wishin' well, need a quarter Damn, I wish I was a lil bit taller Damn, I wish I drank a lil more water Damn, my weed stank a lil more harder Damn, I pull up with a redbone, scarlet With a yellowbone car; that smoke green, that's Marley Purple and the orange, you seen, that's horror No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh, F-R-uh All the G's in my corner, them boys so warriors Believe we deserve every leaf in the forest Keys and quarters layin' around my headquarters Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em World on my shoulders but it's lighter than a clover I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller System so solar, got white like Crayola Nut like granola all in your bitch rollers You never been to jail, ain't never been in a Corolla Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan This is that sick shit, the sickness is showin' The sickness is spreadin', the disease is growin' The bitches is hoein', the witnesses knowin' The dollars are torn, they fishing for coins I continue goin', I get to the boar And I rip off his horns, six in the mornin' Then I just yawn and forget to mourn And give to the star, it's 6, the reward
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Written by: Howard Benson, Kendrick Lamar, Lenny Zakitek, Lia Johnson, Michael Len Williams, Sidnie Tipton
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