Fly In
So they ask me
"Young boy"
"What you gonna do the second time around?"
"How you gon' come back?" I tried told them
"I come back like 32, I jump back like 33"
Ugh, hit me
That's nothin', this here Tha Carter II, people
This is Tha Carter II, people
Hey
They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter
Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put them body on chill like glaciers
Gracias, I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffin', I'm just pitchin', your honor, I ain't snitchin', your honor
Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power
Vacate when the kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter, open the cabinet close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet drop a four in the bubbles
I remember being young tryin' to hustle my dope
Tryin' to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Tryin' to tell you 'fore you jump that my MAC ain't broke
You ain't tryin' to see how far that black backlane go, no
Call me pacman you ghosts is blue
I got my red river rubies and my ocean blue jewelry
Usually I'm a hooligan for the money
Yeah, I'm eatin' but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh
Make harm and I bomb you in public
Hit you with the straight-arm, no warning, nothin'
Look, it's mornin', no yawnin' or nothin'
I ain't sleepin', I'm up, tryin' to take a nigga lunch
You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin' what we want
I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here
If you ever lookin' for me, bitch, I will be here
Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here
Lot of niggas ran from it but I'll still be here
No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental
Crack the Phil', crack the roof and roll up the windows
And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home
That's why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song
You leapin' at a dog, a dog with no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you rich niggas know Pa, I'm talking 'bout Stunna
He like, "Keep your dough", he got ya hoe
And the sun shines on the King and sets on the Prince
I met the Birdman, and I been shining ever since
Like that
"Young boy"
"What you gonna do the second time around?"
"How you gon' come back?" I tried told them
"I come back like 32, I jump back like 33"
Ugh, hit me
That's nothin', this here Tha Carter II, people
This is Tha Carter II, people
Hey
They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter
Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put them body on chill like glaciers
Gracias, I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffin', I'm just pitchin', your honor, I ain't snitchin', your honor
Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power
Vacate when the kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter, open the cabinet close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet drop a four in the bubbles
I remember being young tryin' to hustle my dope
Tryin' to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Tryin' to tell you 'fore you jump that my MAC ain't broke
You ain't tryin' to see how far that black backlane go, no
Call me pacman you ghosts is blue
I got my red river rubies and my ocean blue jewelry
Usually I'm a hooligan for the money
Yeah, I'm eatin' but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh
Make harm and I bomb you in public
Hit you with the straight-arm, no warning, nothin'
Look, it's mornin', no yawnin' or nothin'
I ain't sleepin', I'm up, tryin' to take a nigga lunch
You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin' what we want
I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here
If you ever lookin' for me, bitch, I will be here
Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here
Lot of niggas ran from it but I'll still be here
No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental
Crack the Phil', crack the roof and roll up the windows
And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home
That's why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song
You leapin' at a dog, a dog with no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you rich niggas know Pa, I'm talking 'bout Stunna
He like, "Keep your dough", he got ya hoe
And the sun shines on the King and sets on the Prince
I met the Birdman, and I been shining ever since
Like that
Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Tristan G. Jones
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