[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
Guess y’all all showed up to hear me drop that crazy shit
Young brizzies wanna hear me say some so amazing shit
It’s Cash Money still like a army and a navy, clique
Still talk to Juvie, Lil Wayne, Turk and Baby, shit
Don’t be no dummy
Forever gettin’ money
This that Carter VI mixtape, ain’t that what you wanted?
They was screamin’ for it, dreamin’ for it now that thing comin’
[Mannie Fresh DJ Tags]
See a leader can’t be lead and a boss can’t be bossed
Don’t turn around know your ass’ll turn to sauce
It’s one life, one God, keep ya head up, and then I made the cross
Me in Rover, Range Rover
Figgy pullin’ up in somеthing much colder
I-I-I be making hit songs, y’all boys do it wrong, livin’ in your momma house tеxting on a flip phone
This is it, let's talk Carter VI
Fuck your favorite rapper, homie, Wayne in this bitch
Don’t you ever in your motherfuckin’ life say I’m done
20 years later still chartin’ number one

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Anybody want me dead?
Is there some money on my head, lawd?
And do they wanna see me ghost?
Or
Am I who they wanna see the most, lawd? Now
I know there’s beautiful bodies in the after life, yeah
Red roses, hangin’, over the gateway upside down
And I been waitin’
Been waitin’
I been waitin’
Been waitin’
Been waitin’..
Waitin’ on Heaven to pound
You put on cologne but you ain’t shit, yeah yeahh
Scratched my back with a hacksaw, yeah
I’m coughin’ off the smoke from the fuckin’ bridges burnin’
And once I made it ‘cross I never looked back across
So fuck the otherside, fuck them boys, I hate y’all
Smallest finger got more stones than a graveyard
Little n***a hella strong like a Braveheart
Don’t want see me shine you got problems like Ray Charles
Bang on whoever bangin’, bitch I gotta bang
A demon straight out New Orleans actin’ like a saint
So coach please tell your team that it’s not a game
‘Cause I treat all 4 quarters like pocket change
The anxiety was starting to inspire me to pop a couple you-know-whats, mixed with you-know-how-it-be
Allowin’ me to watch the clouds compete to be the cloud for me
Cloudy vision helps my eyes retreat, then I hide from me
World War 3: the inner me versus the outer me;
Catastrophe versus collateral; verses commodity
Connivery’s what killed the cannibal that killed the colony
Condolences become so commonly, it’s comedy
And that's the truth
‘Cause I just couldn’t lie no more
Didn’t feel alive no more
Don’t know how to die no more
Don’t know if I should blame you or the juice, why?
‘Cause I ain’t sippin’ light no more
I ain’t even mixin’ Sprite no more
N***a, I ain’t bein’ nice no more
Don’t know if I should blame you or the glue, why?
‘Cause shit just wasn’t tight no more
Shit just wasn’t right no more
N***a don’t put me on ice no more
‘Cause now I’m cold blooded
Fuck you