[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
 Faded off the kush I’m gone
 Only 2 years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home
 Looking like my Grammo, my niggas got that ammo
 We jack son then light up that “L”, Samuel
 Tunechi in this [bad word] [bad word]  y’all niggas [bad word] niggas
 Rats gone rat and snakes gone hiss [bad word]  Baseball rich [bad word]  do this [bad word] for all my homies
 Where them bad [bad word] [bad word] and put that p-ssy on me
 Tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be killing [bad word]  Yeah you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist
 Tranquilizer in the [bad word]  put your [bad word] to sleep man
 Birdman Jr. got the world in my wingspan
 How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King
 I get deep in that p-ssy, dig her out, surgery
 F-cking with a real [bad word]  f-cking right, certainly
 Break in your f-cking home, take your life, burglary
 Woah [bad word]  die slow [bad word]  for dear life your holding on En Vogue [bad word]  Unload [bad word]  reload [bad word]  tools on deck, Home Depot [bad word]  Well if life is a [bad word]  then mine a gold digger
 And all my [bad word] nasty like a cold dinner
 Everyday I go so hard and work my [bad word] off
 I’m good, I’m 100 like a fastball
 It’s Carter 4!

(Yeah)
 (I’m going back in man)
 (Yeah)

[Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne]
 We get f-ck y’all money, how you want to play it?
 That AK sleep on the side of my bed
 That’s one eye closed, one eye open
 Your cap get peeled like ibuprofen
 I’m sick, I’m ill, I ain’t the [bad word] to f-ck with
 This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick
 Young Money man we got this [bad word] by a land slide
 Boy I send them bloods at your [bad word] like a tampon
 Uptown [bad word]  wet the whole party, Weezy gone ball
 Ball like Steve Harvey, the heater I’m a tuck her
 Tuck her like Dolores, that’s my word like, word like [bad word]  I don’t see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard
 Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord
 Fear nobody but God almighty
 Shoot that motherf-cker till I get arthritis
 I’m a beast, I’m a [bad word]  I’m ahead of my class
 I’m a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash
 I don’t talk it, I live it. I paint a picture vivid
 And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet
 I go so hard, I go so mean, I’m so New Orleans
 Told the judge I couldn’t budge, it was him or me
 Forget the [bad word] and remember me