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Lil Wayne

"Megaman"

[Verse 1]
Faded off the Kush, I'm gone
Only 2 years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home
Looking like my grandma
My n*ggas got that ammo
We jack-son and then light up the L
Samuel
Tunechi in this b*tch, n*gga
Y'all n*ggas b*tch n*ggas
Rats gon' rat
And snakes gon' hiss n*gga
Baseball rich n*gga, do this sh*t for all my homies
Where them bad b*tches at? Come and put that pus*y on me
Tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be killing sh*t
Yeah you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist
Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep man
Birdman Junior, got the world in my wingspan
How you n*ggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King
I get deep in that pus*y, dig her out, surgery
f*cking with a real n*gga, f*cking right, certainly
Break in your f*cking home, take your life, burglary
Whoa, n*gga
Die slow, n*gga
For dear life you're holding on
En Vogue, n*gga
Unload, n*gga
Reload, n*gga
Tools on deck, Home Depot, n*gga
Well if life is a b*tch, then mine a gold digger
Yeah and all my b*tches nasty like a cold dinner
Everyday I go so hard and work my ass off
I'm good, I'm 100 like a fastball
It's Carter IV

[Interlude]
Yeah!
I'm going back in man

[Verse 2]
Yeah, we get f*ck y'all money
How you wanna 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 n*gga to f*ck with
It's a crazy world, and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young Money, man, we got this sh*t by a land slide
Boy I send them Bloods at your ass like a tampon
Uptown sh*t, wet the whole party
Weezy gon' ball, bal' like Steve Harvey
The heater I'ma tuck her
Tuck-er like De-lores
That's my word, word like the-saurus
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 'til I get arthritis
I'm a beast, I'm a ass, 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, go so mean
I'm so New Orleans
Told the judge I couldn't budge
It was him or me
Forget the bullsh*t and remember me

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