I Can't Feel My Face

[Verse 1] Hardbody, motherfucker, got the heart of a killer Young God in the building, 'bout to start a religion Bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missiles Bring em straight to your block and go to war with you bitches If you hit the head, then the rest fall in position Shoot a nigga on his porch and make him fall in his kitchen Copped a big boy Porsche with all the specifics And I keep that torch, baby call me Olympics Red, white, blue pill; flip my skills like gymnasts And never give a bitch money, blood, or kidneys When the gun goes pow, I be at the finish With my medal round my neck, autograph on my tennis The land of the murder, dope, crack and syringes Pull up on you in the Coupe, how fat is your engine Never talk to those that sat on the benches Boy, I was in the game on fourth and inches These niggas want the business I'mma give these boys the business See, you fucking wit the boy that tote toys before Christmas Got all these hoes tripping Got all these hoes strippin' No, we ain't P$C, but them bitches know we Tippin I just bought a pint and ain't none of y'all sipping Make my friends buy they own Fuck, I'm tired of being friendly You ain't gotta lie, just to try to be wit me Bitches up in heaven, waiting after they die to be with me I'm crazy for being Wayne, or is Wayne just crazy I been around, I'm still around, like them Geico cavemen Hairpin trigger; no, I won't shave it I spot hip hop in the ocean, I'm gonna save it The South is so dirty bitch, you can't bathe it Hollygrove dog, and I feel like mating Babygirl, your pussy looking so vacant And it's fuck you and fuck Georgia Bush, not Macon Fuck Waist Deep, I'm in over my head But it's cool, I'mma make it, I'm Good like Meagan Your girl wants me to come Ronald like Reagan Your boyfriend is softer than the carton the eggs in I don't fear nothing but God and weddings At the top of my paper, like I'm starting a heading My homie Santana, yeah, that's my ace But you may know us as I Can't Feel My Face [Interlude] Yeah, Weezy, bitch Don't give a fuck about you at all I'm paid, been that way for a long time Looks like I'mma die like that Cause if I ain't, I'mma just die [Bridge] See they don't know where I came from But they know where I'm goin And I'mma tell you just how the top feels when I'm on In the game, I'm no cheetah I'm a tiger, I'm a cougar I'm a panther, I'm a Bengal, Ocho Cinco I'm illie, shirt softer than Gillie In a pair of Gucci flops Feeling freer than Willie When them niggas Left Eye, it got a little bit Chili But I just let it burn, like the end of the Philly Weezy