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Fly Out - Lil Wayne
(Lil' Wayne talking)
We here, I said we here, the back of Tha Carter, the back of Tha Carter, heheh, II. Ughh! Yeah! This HIT is the end of Tha Carter II people. Hey!

Lil' Wayne:

Yeah, I got the game on ball and chain,
I threw the key in the drain, I'm like a key in the drawer,
I spent the G on these frames but 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 Pathon,
Boy the heat's on, they making peace bonds,
I'm in this bitch throwing up the seventeen sign,
Straight frowns no daps, strapped three times,
That TEC-11 AK-47 one Beretta ready for whatever tell them pussy niggas come together,
Happy bet a nigga super-soaker wet a nigga,
Six feet under flowers you ain't nothing but a petal nigga,
I'm just a little nigga tryina be a civil nigga, 30 years old, shit, that'll be a given nigga,
Quit it Wayne, ya momma's listenin', but she ain't really tripping 'cause the pots is pissed in,
Them niggas tripping until the shots whistlin',
Hear them bullets hissing like a cobra at attention,
I got a 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 quittin',
There you go shitting on the way a nigga thinkin',
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin,
And since the future ain't promised to no one,
I live every day like this is the sure one,
Trade in the tidal wave, this is the ocean,
Stand in that heat 'til the muthafucking snow come,
And it feels so fucking good, throw my dope like a rope let 'em 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, chaperone of the South I got my coast,
Yeah, and until I die, I'm da da-da da-da da best rapper alive!
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