[Verse: Lil Wayne]

Holla at ya boy its Weezy Baby

They label me a problem

And I probably am so I dont knock em

I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers

With an ol' school bitch, she got on door knockers

And she knock on your door for that raw partner

Hollygrove Wayne, that boy a monster

Jacked for a Mazda come back in Mase-rati

Like how he? Why he? Cause I be

Moving through the city like an I.V

Tryna be monogamous but I got bitches on my dick

Like I'm the shit cause I'm the shit

So I only promise this: to my little girl I will give you the world

And to my unborn I'm tryna reason with ya moms so

If I'm not with her when you get here, its already clear

Yeah, and for their sake I'm a ball every year

I'm a pause every tear

And tattoo it on my face

Niggas know, that I got that black music on my waist

Make me put it to your ear and get that b-b-b-b-bass

Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket

Mama can't remember shit but last saturday, what a tragedy

Flowers for the family

Powder in my nap sack

Running through the projects, tryna get a stack back

I got my SK bout to get my MAC back to pap pap at niggas who yap yap

Yup yup! and I rep that 17 hard, you know

'til a nigga ain't nothing but tomb quotes

Raw Tune, who you know go harder than dude

See these is the clues, part of my shoes

I bleed with them dudes I'm part of the crew

Don't move cause you right in the route of the gun mouth

When it talk, you know what come out- barreltone

Nigga y-y-young Wayne from out Carrollton

Yeah, I got my eyes on the sparrow

Though my path is narrow, my angels are shadows

I saddled up, and get the fucking battle

Automatics up, like nigga fuck whoever

You touch and reach, you get fucking bleached

Above the law niggas put you underneath

You call the law nigga? You fucking leech!

You Saved by the Bell, you fucking Screech

My bucket screech through the streets like a R&B singer

You ain't pimping until you fuck a R&B singer

I walked in this building with all these bangers

And all these niggas look like targets to me

What's a drought to you may be a bargain to me

Cause I just may be sitting on a carton of Ki's

I got important people thats trying to market me

So I'm gon' stop talking 'bout the white, Sike!

I know I'm not walking without a fight

So I'm swinging with all my might

We can go all night

I'm a blow all day, and I'm a blow all night

Do a verse today and do a show tonight!

Fuck a ho today, and fuck a ho tonight!

Im' a live my life like there's no tonight

I might go tonight so mama pray don't cry

Cause your prayers maybe working, mama they gon' try

Yeah,and we rock to the same lullaby

Nigga I got 10, nigga I got 5

I hope you got yours, cause nigga I got mine

I'm goin for the green bitch, Its popeye time

So I can be a paid nigga, and make that tomb stone say "I'm a made nigga"

I'm a made nigga