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Ladies & gentlemen, let me present to you the final chapter of the "Goin' Hard Trilogy"
Err time I rap I get more clever
I could make a bar with just

guidance, boy you better pray that god with ya
I get paid to do nothing, only bring up both of my degrees whenever I be stunting
So who is he, who
A true MC,

Jack-son Mahomes
Slide by myself on my Franklin
Left Grant and Jackson
at home
I'll never cross JR or Top for Guap
Unlike Louie & Jerome
Moon walk out

by the way, if you ain't know
Yeah, they call me Lil' J

Let me show you somethin', I can spin a lil' cake
But you gotta show me that you know how

I Need a Hot Girl

The Hot Boys

Private Party Collectors Edition

2000

And they know how to pop 
I need a project bitch, a hoodrat bitch 
One that don't give a fuck and say she took that bitch 

(Lil' Wayne) 
She a doggy

other options
Imma kill it till I get where i dreamt of aye
I was up grinding all night to get paid
One side from the north side little high rise
Other

I been stacking cake up
Gonna get my bands up
I can't spend all this money on no fake hoe
Blue hundreds in my pocket in my payroll
Off a fifth

you'll see the difference
Stay on the side, I hate all the switchin
Tryna get paid, you shoulda listened
Now get out my wave, yeah, get out the way
Got

' bit(shawty) 
so who you wit(shawty) 
lets do this shit(shawty) 

[Lil' Jon]
I know you wanna get laid tonight 
but I'm trynna get paid tonight 
we ain't even

Pourin' Up

UGK

Drank Epidemic, Vol. 2

2006

call it

[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",

Pourin' Up

Pimp C

Da Bottom Vol. 9

2006

call it

[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",

Pourin' Up

Bun B

New Kid on the Block

2006

call it

[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",

Earthquake

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter [Clean]

2004

Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch

Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch

the best rapper in the game no arguing
And I don't ever write, pause un pause this
So keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com bitch log

smoke a lil Chronic
Can I get witcha, can I get witcha?
All I wanna do is smoke a lil Chronic
Can I get witcha, can I get witcha?
All I wanna do is smoke

Loud Pipes

Juvenile

Tha Block Is Hot

1999

said, we surrounded by ice

[Chorus: x2]

[Lil Wayne]
Whoa whoa whoa
Now I'm shining baby glossing
Big tymin stuntin and flossing
Lamborghini

So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
Another one, 'pon your head

Five white girls but they not Spice

stomping in Jays
Now I’m on that cheddar route, tryna get paid
Ahead of my class, they loving the swag
It’s a new era,
They don’t wanna be mike, they wanna

Gotta pick up my cup so I don't get sentimental
But the cup got me where I'm at I'm like lil Wayne call me tunechi
Going insane playing through my brain

days
Empty checking till I get paid
Hungry stomach had me up late
I was still fresher than some Colgate
Now I’m blowin up propane
Black whip like Bruce

me rap
She ain't know I'm white
Tryna gimme dap
But I ain't vanilla ice
Better get me right
Pussy super tight
Wayne in the day
But I'm bane by

I swear I got it honest, think I got it from grandmama
I got Wayne in my blood, Jackie Boy about them dollars (Jackie Boy, yeah)
I was in

Best Hustler

Master P

Ghetto Bill (The Best Hustler In The Game, Vol. 1)

2005

Arkansas, Carolina to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and Cash Money