Released on December 2, 2006

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[Intro: Lil Wayne & (DJ Raj Smoove)]

Raj Smoove (Yeah)

The greatest DJ in the world (Yeah)

Ooh boy (Yes!)

We about to say a prayer for all our loved ones

I'mma call this one "Real Rap"

Anybody you lost, put 'em on your heart

Because this rap is real, you know?

Light it up for 'em

I hope you ain't too tired to cry

And I hope you know

You ain't never too alive to die, heh

Listen


[Verse: Lil Wayne]

I grew up where the people call them people on us

Think we slangin', but we just got beepers on us

Grindin' all day like we got sleep insomnia

Living like the videos, write a treatment on us

Stuck in the hood like they poured cement on us

Ghetto bird still shittin' on us, government still quittin' on us

Lost a few homies, and the grief's still sittin' on us

So we got their names written on us

White folks still spittin' on us

And them bitchass police K9's teeth still grittin' on us

But we smoke, ashes still gettin' on us

Older bitches still hittin' on us

I remember well, Beezy rolled a L

Beezy ain't here — Where's Beezy at? Beezy got killed

And that was my nigga, I go way back with my nigga

But I know that's how it happened, my nigga

Shit is much deeper than this rappin', my nigga

But now they all rappin', my niggas

So now I must make it happen

So I'mma play the captain, sailboat flappin', my nigga

No fingers, I'm snappin'

Happy for my nigga Lil Tagus

'Cause even though we couldn't, the Lord saved him

Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated

Shit, found his body like a month later

Rest in peace, boy, he was a East boy

And so was Wessy West

He was a good nigga, so I know he blessed

And his daughter is a princess, this shit is harder than a bench press

But I'mma keep goin', and I swear I got a lump in my throat

But I'mma keep on pumpin' the flow

So if I cry, don't stop the beat

I feel like my heart just stopped a beat

My nigga Lil Derek was quick to cop a ki'

Either that or load the gat and go pop a G

And because of that he's just a name in a rhyme of mine

I pray his family and his momma's fine

So much shit just sit on this mind of mine

I think about it all the time

I drink about it all the time, I smoke back to back

'Cause if my thoughts got to me, I'd be in this rap

Or I'd be in the can

Thank God I had dreams of being the man

Yeah, and fuck a man with a badge

'Cause he ain't shit to a man on the edge

The 5-0 killed Naudy, good boy dead

Man, you would've thought they killed cornbread

Shot him up, face down on the lawn

Not to mention, with his handcuffs on

Not to mention, they had plain-clothes on

And the complaint goes on

But nobody do nothing about it

The jailhouse and the morgue is too fuckin' crowded

And hate is at an all-time high

Everybody gotta hate, it's like a fuckin' iPod

Shit, and they tried to burn my Phantom up

But I got my gun license, haha

I got my hammers up, I'm ready to shoot like a camera —

Stay still motherfucker

I'mma have to write my will this summer

'Cause if they don't kill me, I'mma kill this summer

Yeah, and you can put that on my late Father

Or my late Grandmother, Miss Mercedes Carter

Or my Grandfather, Larry Balsock

The old man hustled 'til his heart stopped

And all I know of my real pops is that he had money

No bank account, that brown paper bag money

Yeah, he might hit me off with a little brag money

But the nigga still wouldn't be a dad for me

But look how I turned out, I hope he glad for me

But that's why when I see him I acts mad funny

'Cause he's a joke to me

Don't message, don't call, don't talk to me

It's just me and my mama, how it's supposed to be

And I make sure she paid like she wrote for me

And I know she gets all hope from me

And I don't ever wanna see her mope for me

Hopefully, but, truthfully

There is a day that's due for me

But we gon' pray that it's as far as the future sees

You are listening to the future Weezy F. Baby. Amen


[Outro: DJ Raj Smoove]

Rest in peace to my cousin Kim Carbo, my nigga Vick

Rest in peace, lil' Harold, shoutout to my nigga Steveland! Rest in peace, pimp

Quiet Storm in the building