Lyrics:
Aye, this ain't bout no guns (gun sounds)
This about my bible (pu-pu, I let it ring)
'Cause if you ain't using your
Bible as a weapon, What you
You used to ring me on my phone
When only you get bored
With them other boy
You treat me like a toy
Still I feel blessed even if you acting careless
Act like the love me, but hate me in pri-i-vate
I had to reco-reco-reconig-i-ize it
Yo
I went and copped a ring
I call this rock Dwayne
Johnson,
to Introduce to you the Hometown Legend
Somebody ring the alarm
I hear the thunder know it's bout to be a storm
The wind don't stop
The rain drips every time I
ooh)
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, the champion (champion, champion)
Straight balling in this bitch, Jeremy Lin; 'Melo
Tell
she wouldn't play by the rules
Wouldn't be constrained by society's views
Wouldn't let a twisted metal birdcage wheelchair keep her down
Well for you
you how I'm living, if you promise one thing
Don't be hanging on my words if you go your own way
I been learning bout this lonely since I got my own
Carter
I learned when I failed so I only got smarter
Cant take a break cuz this shit getting harder
We run on empty cannot go no further
The money came in
we gon' fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique! hollowtips'll tear up the best of ya!
This ain't the "carter" nigga, this is sparta!
It's
(Rick Fox?)
Stick to the script or fuck around and get written out
We in this motherfucker throwing up the set (1-7)
G4 boys, throw 'em off the jet
(Killer)
Yeah
I'm a (boy's crazy), I'm a cold-blooded (killer)
Made all this money from doin' this (yeah, look)
(D.A. got that dope)
Now
the dream bigger the house
I'm still looking in the mirror trying to figure it out
One day I want the diamonds like Hov
I’m inspired by Shawn Carter is you
"can you hear me?"
= A hook to capture your attention
"young carter hot water"
= Young Carter is the producer and he's
On fire with them hard beats
Hey, hey
(Slim Hood made that)
Yeah, yeah
Call my phone, I'm comin' over
Girl, you know I'ma do you right (ring, ring, ring, ring, ring)
You
In the bicentennial summer of our faded glory land a bright new face appeared upon the scene. Of an honest peanut farmer by the name of Jimmy Carter
the game from Tha Carter, Young Carter bring home the bacon
Still pimpin', I was shot by cupid, I hope he grazed me
My latest bitch thick as a stallion,
he got them rings
I was Usain Bolt when he got them chains
I was Vince Carter on the fast break
Marley, on his last take
Puff, when he had Ma$e
All we
is it money weed
Carter five or more like carter three
Milli in yo pocket diamond rings
Gimme shit and all the finer things
Maybe just a dance will do
ain't married, but this life shit seems scary
Without you I'd rather be buried (Without you I'd rather be buried)
So where's your damn ring (where's your
that ring
She say I got big man thing
She say I love you come on your breath stinks
Nahh really really want me to be her king
Aye man stop that thing
She
of a wedding ring
But I can't call you cause if I would call you
We both know that you would just let it ring
This is some shit I’ve already said
Sometimes it's
Black hearts I kill em all with all rhymes
Yea my bitch is bad this big bag its all dimes
Yall niggas keep on looking hope you read between them
armour
Mac 11 leaning out the window it go rah rah
Imma keep on coming back like baby this the Carter
Double c’s yeah, that’s my baby drippin’ in Chanel
You might as well cut the first two bars of the intro
I don't know who produced this, but he can't fucking count
I should be rapping right fucking
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