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 niggas like a fucking psychic

Hearing through the grapevine, niggas 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 bitch, 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 pussy niggas come together

Happy better nigga, nigga super soaker wetter nigga

Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal nigga

I'm just a little nigga, trying to be a civil nigga

Thirty years old, shit that'll be a giving nigga

Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listening

But she ain't really trippin', 'cause the pots is pissed in

Them niggas tripping, until the shots whistling'

Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention

I gotta bitch, and quit calling women bitches

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 shitting on a way a nigga 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 fucking snow come

And it feels so fucking 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 nigga, 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