Lyrics:
The heart of the jungle dont jump in that water
Wit sharks and the lions i swim wit pirhannas
Death over dishonor im taking it farther
Feel like Lil Wayne
To someone else that aint heard
Never slip or lose my place now
I got it
Looking at this current slate now
Its ironic
They all wanna sound the same
Lil
come imma talk my shit
Imma go crazy no slim shady & I'm not gone miss
Crack in the 80s roll a eighfy of that ZaZa bitch
Tracy McGrady codeine lazy got
the music
Roll down the windows
Turn the corner
And let loose with the,
If ya don't know now
Then ya never will learn
You ca play with Lil' Wayne
Ever since I was the new kid
I been a dog like Anubis
Don't come around me on no new shit
Cause this the way that im movIng
This for the ones in my
has to be x2
This Lil baby got the world in his hands
2nd house on the left up on Stevenson
Crack head's crackin a Guinness again
He said he's been
gonna come back home for a while
Got the motherfucking game in a chokehold
I be smoking that gas by the boatload
Best sit your ass down when you dealing
This that shit that ain't on Telly
Hit my Mothafuckin celly
Now I'm headed to the deli
Skipping over blood like ballet
I'm more flyer than the prince
cool
This Soplaya Mafia have nothing to prove
Fuck ya bitch to Jacquees cuz that’s really my Mood
Don’t get killed over no ideas
The places I been scared
my cup
Lil' bitch I don't sip no muhfuckin' Act'
(No Act', no Act')
Yeah! this lil bitch wanna hold my racks
(Yeuh)
I told that bitch, let me see her
the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music free the pain inside, until this day in my ghetto
I hear echoes, where anger cry, feel me?
I bring tears
I got one in the cage and I got two on the stage,
I got a waitress on the under tryna' give me some face
They play some Lil Wayne mixed with some
[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
ViK HAYEΣ A.K.A. The Panther
Rest in peace my nigga Chadwick
Yeah
I'm ahead of this shit like the tip of my dick
That's embraced by the grip of her
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
forgotten by us it's all God
This is that good feel music, that old school music
That what you know about that OG music
Depression hittin' hard but you still
THIS THAT BLACK MOGUL THEME MUSIC
THAT MARTIN LUTHER KING HAD A DREAM MUSIC
( VERSE 1 )
THEY PREDICTED ME TO FAIL
DEAD BY TWENTY ONE OR THEY BURY
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
a one track mind now that i'm verified
Ain't got not time for no games
My music all in you veins
So much talent i stay in my lane
You niggas be itching
This time I come not to bring peace, but a sword
Because truth slays every illusion of the mind
Then reshapes them into new patterns that set us free
I know that ain't really rhyme right but keep on listening
Cuz this the first time that I've dropped shit in a million minutes
You see I lost it then
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