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(Lil Wayne) On  my daddy soul, that nigga shirt says the best rapper alive with a picture of me on that motherfucker (Richie  Rich) Started chasing every day now I got money for years Had to go and get a bag got tired of mama crying tears Had  to take over the wheel gassed it up and switch the gears Knock  a nigga on his ass like a game of musicals chairs Spin the bottle so I can see who these bullets kissing first Bottle  landed back on you in UNO that is a Reverse This Is called Russian roulette I’m just her collecting debt Take the I G E T A B A G out the alphabet And yeah I’m still getting the work from a Mexican bullets eat a nigga flesh it don’t matter which vest he in I’m  thinking of a couple ways for me to go and benefit And Now I’m running up a bag it’s boosting my adrenaline I’m in my prime number 8 Kobe Bryant I’m the king of this shit cause I was raised with the lions My heart still jump a beat whenever I hear police sirens Cause i’m breaking down plants it look like I am doing science My teacher told me that I wasn’t gone amount to nun But now I’m flexing on that bitch and got more money than her son I love my enemies and pray for those who persecute You tried to kill me pussy nigga but you didn’t execute Survivals my only hope success is the best revenge He always there by my side Ben Franklins my only friend The hundreds that’s in the vault are the ones that I don’t spend Provided a lifestyle that got me living high end I’m sitting in my condo my blunt filled with that hydrazine I’m watching the Houston rockets play against my favorite team I got them all lined up fucking bitches like Charlie sheen I Kick em out when I’m done they already know my routine I tell her pull my pants down and say hello to woody I hate repeating myself like you didn’t understand fully Gorilla in the mist with King Kong sized clips If you coming to my hood that’s a school field trip That’s the zoo On the corner them my lions and the loose We got cigs, we got Caine, we got boof 10 for 2 Bullets have a nigga dancing look like he doing the shoot Bishop off of juice keep a Smith & Wesson in my boot We on every fucking corner like a Metro PCS I’m gripping heavy metal I’m not doing a bench press Be careful with yourself because the body is a temple I’ll probably shock you if I told you everything I been through Apples fall, Birds fly, We all live, and We all die We buy guns, bullets fly, People die, Mamas cry Outside summer time, guns bussing, babies crying, police sirens, I’m just praying to the motherfucking sky But he never answer I’m staring to have some disbeliefs Why he never answer when you call on him riddle me If I ever seen Jesus I’ll fuck around and rob him And he can take his problems to his mother fucking father Since marry is a virgin think it’s time for me to fuck her Conceive the baby In Atlanta name him Donald Glover Every nigga that laughed at me is asking for a feature I just tell them that I’m better and stick up my Malcom finger I don’t fuck with goofy niggas or clown ass hoes Separate the fake from real I’m good at ratios Going through an episode where is the remote I know the world is mine I use to tell it to a globe After watching scarface he became one of my idols Until my brother told me I got more verses than bibles I’m not gone freeze up like Jr Smith did in the finals Cause when it’s time to ride I’m going ape shit on my rivals Bitch I’m standing taller than lil uzi on his money I wipe my nose with hundred dollar bills when it get runny I got to many hoes it’s kinda hard to keep up with them Before I sit and eat i say my prayers father amen