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    Lil Wayne]
    Cover my tracks like butter so where the bread be
    I say beef is dead meat who that the president yeah me
    No one scare me, and you ain't gotta double dare me
    Hear me loud and clearly rats aren't near me
    wiretap niggaz get blood in they earpiece
    I'm from New Orleans nowhere near peace
    Pure Beast, Fear Free, Dear Grief
    Catch up bitch I'm in gear three
    zoom gone, see ya peace drop one finger
    Fuck 'em and whoever made 'em
    I will hurt whoever love 'em cause I hate 'em
    Lookin' for a lady, high and sedated
    Got her to the pad, I 'on't know how a nigga made it
    She gave me relations, so now we related
    The morning comes, the picture faded
    Awaited on my turn to burn, can I get a light
    Little dog, bigger bite, Jackson Five, Little Mike
    Can I get a mic or a mic and a half
    That's Source homie, shout out to the editing staff
    I'm all grown, so much better with math
    I need a spread in the Forbes takin a Benjamin bath yeah
    I'm servin' this track like, Stephen Graph yeah
    Roger Federer, there's no competitors
    Niggaz know my rhetorhic, bitches know my preference
    Young God baby, all them other niggaz reverends
    Sittin in my big house surrounded by my weaponries
    I keep them away like I got leprosy
    Chopper right next to me loaded up wit pepper seize
    Got an extra clip but that's only for my especiallies
    (Dramatic, Dramatic) This is especially for you
    Disrespect a nigga game what kinda referee is you
    Swallow it slow, make a nigga ride wit the pistols
    Cuzz the fakest niggaz ride wit the pistols
    Even if I die old, I'ma die with the pistols
    And if you stand over my body I'll probalie kill ya
    Yeah, now I feel it, Weezy the realest
    I wear a lot of Bathing Ape cuzz I be wit gorillas
    He what they talkin bout topic of the conversation
    product of determination
    stop playin you are not up in my situation
    I get money like a caucasian, the car red so the car cajun
    Stop hatin, y'all ballers I'ma sports agent
    Wait a minute lemme translate it, It's
    Weezy not the father motherfuckin Baby

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