Mr. Carter

[Produced by Infamous and Drew Correa] [Intro: Lil Wayne] Yo Drew and Inf, this right here is crazy I feel big, you know what I mean Like not...not big in the sense of weight You know what I mean...like gaining weight Or nothing like that, like colossal I heard you were lookin' for me [Hook: Sha-ron Prescott] Hey Mr. Carter Tell me where have you been Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] To you forever: from me to you I heard somebody say Church, I'ma need a suit I'ma need a coupe, I won't need a roof Flyer than "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice" I got the flow, I'm trying to see the roof Didn't wear a bulletproof, so I got shot and you can see the proof Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth Wonder if Stevie do? But I'mma leave it to God, not Beaver, neither you Cause I'mma murder Y, kill O and even U Man, I got Summer hatin' on me cause I'm hotter than the Sun Got Spring hating on me cause I ain't never sprung Winter hatin' on me cause I'm colder than y'all And I would never, I would never, I would never fall I'm bein' hated by the seasons So fuck y'all who hatin' for no reason [Hook: Sha-ron Prescott] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I been in and out the bank, bitch While y'all asshole niggas been on the same shit I flush and watch 'em go down the drain quick Two words you never hear: "Wayne quit!" Cause Wayne win and they lose I call them April babies, cause they fools And when they snooze, we up Feet up like a, parapleguc Or paraplegic? I parallel park In that red-and-yellow thing, old school Atlanta Hawk Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove Now all my Bloods scream "Soo woo and "Da da do" I know my role and I play it well And I weigh it well, on my Libra scale I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy leave it there Long hair, don't even care [Hook: Sha-ron Prescott] [Verse 3: Jay-Z] I'm right here in my chair with my crown, and my dear Queen B, as I share mic time with my heir Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder Is that not why we came, and if not then why bother Show no mercy to Murcielago Far from being the bastard that Marcy had fathered Now my name's been mentioned with the martyrs The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys and the Marcuses Garvey, got me a molotov cocktail Flow, even if you box well, can't stop the blows Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room The Dope Boy just came off the spoon Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto- Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe I see Euros, that's right: plural I took so much change from this rap game it's your go (Young!) [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] It's my go, yeah And I'ma go so opposite of soft Off the richter, Hector Camacho Man Randy Savage Far from average, above status-quo, flow so pro I know, I ride slow and when I pass They say, "what up, Killa?" Man, stop bringing up my past And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z Don't forget Weezy baby [Hook: Sha-ron Prescott] [Outro: Lil Wayne] And I swear to everything, when I leave this earth It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in this dirt And you can try me, fucker, but when I squeeze, it hurt Ahh, we'll lose 2 lives: yours and mine Give me any amount of time, don't let Miss Carter grieve At the funeral parlor, dripping tears down my sleeve Give me any amount of time, don't let Miss Carter grieve