Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh] Guess y'all all showed up to hear me drop that crazy shit Young brizzies wanna hear me say some so amazing shit It's Cash Money still like a army and a navy, clique Still talk to Juvie, Lil Wayne, Turk and Baby, shit Don't be no dummy Forever gettin' money This that Carter VI mixtape, ain't that what you wanted? They was screamin' for it, dreamin' for it now that thing comin' [Mannie Fresh DJ Tags] See a leader can't be lead and a boss can't be bossed Don't turn around know your ass'll turn to sauce It's one life, one God, keep ya head up, and then I made the cross Me in Rover, Range Rover Figgy pullin' up in somеthing much colder I-I-I be making hit songs, y'all boys do it wrong, livin' in your momma house tеxting on a flip phone This is it, let's talk Carter VI Fuck your favorite rapper, homie, Wayne in this bitch Don't you ever in your motherfuckin' life say I'm done 20 years later still chartin' number one [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Anybody want me dead? Is there some money on my head, lawd? And do they wanna see me ghost? Or Am I who they wanna see the most, lawd? Now I know there's beautiful bodies in the after life, yeah Red roses, hangin', over the gateway upside down And I been waitin' Been waitin' I been waitin' Been waitin' Been waitin'.. Waitin' on nothing to come You put on cologne but you ain't shit, yeah yeahh Scratched my back with a hacksaw, yeah I'm coughin' off the smoke from the fuckin' bridges burnin' And once I made it 'cross I never looked back across So fuck the otherside, fuck them boys, I hate y'all Smallest finger got more stones than a graveyard Little nigga hella strong like a Braveheart Don't want see me shine you got problems like Ray Charles Bang on whoever bangin', bitch I gotta bang A demon straight out New Orleans actin' like a saint So coach please tell your team that it's not a game 'Cause I treat all 4 quarters like pocket change The anxiety was starting to inspire me to pop a couple you-know-whats, mixed with you-know-how-it-be Allowin' me to watch the clouds compete to be the cloud for me Cloudy vision helps my eyes retreat, then I hide from me World War 3: the inner me versus the outer me; Catastrophe versus collateral; verses commodity Connivery's what killed the cannibal that killed the colony Condolences become so commonly, it's comedy And that's the truth 'Cause I just couldn't lie no more Didn't feel alive no more Don't know how to die no more Don't know if I should blame you or the juice, why? 'Cause I ain't sippin' light no more I ain't even mixin' Sprite no more Nigga, I ain't bein' nice no more Don't know if I should blame you or the glue, why? 'Cause shit just wasn't tight no more Shit just wasn't right no more Nigga don't put me on ice no more 'Cause now I'm cold blooded Fuck you