Lyrics:
like the kid (kid)
And the pack you smokin' on mid (gas)
Did I fuck on your bitch? I did (I did)
On her knees, she givin' me head (lil' bitch)
Who is
And you biting him
If I forgot your name
Bet I remember your face
You’re on my brain on my brain just a lil bit
You’re on my brain on my brain just a lil
brain yeah
Let the cash rain
Blow it in her damn face yeah
Let the band play
Run it like a damn train yeah
And I do just what I please
Do just what I
like rain
Bout to leave your body stankin'
Nigga fuck what you sayin'
Lil Keenan, Blaxuede, and Turk, Lil Wayne
We bring da pain
With the muthafuckin'
grandma house, uh, uh
I been wavin' that gat' since a juvenile, uh
Uh i be dressed like a martian
Takeoff, rockets now, uh, uh
Ooh, I'm dressin' tacky, none
like this
{Lil Wayne}
full of that danger in all black like this
and if a nigga want some more then we be back like this, what?
{Lord
kids at the park cause they can come outside and play, cause it ain’t no victims being corrupted by the system they get paid to fry our brains
CHORUS
You wouldn't know me if you seen me, man it's been a while
Sometimes I dream we're partying like back as juveniles
In one scene there's big dreams
deeper than that, steeper than that
Imma hold you down like your seatbelt and I
Need you to
I just need you to believe in the fact
That I ain't ever
became mechanical slaves again
Read the East Coast historian
As you oppose this
Your walking dead soldiers can't get close to this
I be splitting shit like
your sons that were born of your brain
And you slipped like an anchor or soap down the drain
Down with the shame, shame, shame of love
All pawn shop
are left infected
Germs start to spread through your crew through lack of effort
You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
My technique alone
all fun and games
When you tryin' to get that money mang
Gangbang, maintain or slang cane
T.V. got a nigga where he can't use his brain
What
Bring it back tie you up
Treat you like a Chinese store
Nigga and chop you up you feel that nigga
He play around we gon' kill that nigga
How you feel
Or intimidated by me and my intelligence i
Like to read because it fills my
Brain with knowledge that I
Definitely need to
Keep going on throughout daily life
Remember hot days in my juvenile
But now I'm of age I had to calm down
Think I'm the lick this ain't it I'm no clown
I got your mama on FaceTime right now
heading
Like the majority of these kids today, man I was hard headed
I wanted to know to much a little man is shookin' police
Imagine a juvenile delinquent
the fight every night
I just really wanted out of sight
I couldn't stand what I ain't like
I got all this pride
That I tend to hide
You can hear it in my
the brains out these hoes
If she can dance, then she can romance nice and slow
Be in a trance like it was your man's pipe in the hole
I've been sippin'
chorus 2x
Blast it what blows on your ears
Comin quik when I rip fire lyrical blows
Arrows and spears wit acid filled tips
Body bangin like folks my
All the beef fly like planes, make the sane insane
Look what Cash Money did to B.G., Juvenile and Wayne
The root of evil with much disdain
Of course
But I'm like a gastric bypass,
Bunch of Nas African actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
Since sixteen I ain't grow a day old yet my brain
gon' be you in it
As a juvenile caught cases so fluently
Look at my life and learn from it, don't do it
If I only knew back then what I know now,
the right brain
Nigga might get shot
Nigga might be trifling
Only good knows
What the future might bring
Aye look
I heard about the money
That’s some nice
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