Fly Out

We here I said we here The back of Tha Carter The back of Tha Carter, two, oh Yea, this here is, the end of Tha Carter Two people Hey! Yea I got the game on ball and chain I threw the key in the drain I'm like the key in the drought I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless Seeing through you n****s like a f***ing psychic Hearing through the grapevine, n****s wanna hate mine Say my name and die in the daytime You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond I'm in this b****, throwing up the seventeenth sign Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times That Tec-eleven, A-K forty seven, one Beretta, ready for whatever Tell them p**** n****s come together Happy better n****, n**** super soaker wetter n**** Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal n**** I'm just a little n****, trying to be a civil n**** Thirty years old, s*** that'll be a giving n**** Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listening But she ain't really trippin', 'cause the pots is pissed in Them n****s tripping, until the shots whistling' Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention I gotta b****, and quit calling women b****es As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen No preventing the grind, I gotta get it I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quitting There you go s***ting on a way a n**** thanking Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin This is the future ain't promised to no one I live everyday like this is the sure one Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean Stand in the heat, 'til the mother f***ing snow come And it feels so f***ing good Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches Running cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune Come and get it, automatics in motion We banging for the bread n****, even the molded I got my loaf, I got my toast Chaperon of the south, I got my coast, yea And until I die I'm the, the, the, the, the best rapper alive