Fly In

So they ask me

"Young boy"

"What you gonna do the second time around?"

"How you gon' come back?" I tried told them

"I come back like 32, I jump back like 33"

Ugh, hit me

That's nothin', this here Tha Carter II, people

This is Tha Carter II, people

Hey

They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter

Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father

Spilled the heart of a mildew hater

I will put them body on chill like glaciers

Gracias, I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious

Going against me is atheist

I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust

I ain't sniffin', I'm just pitchin', your honor, I ain't snitchin', your honor

Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power

Vacate when the kitchen get hotter

I just sit on the counter, open the cabinet close the cupboard

Put that jar in the skillet drop a four in the bubbles

I remember being young tryin' to hustle my dope

Tryin' to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap

Tryin' to tell you 'fore you jump that my MAC ain't broke

You ain't tryin' to see how far that black backlane go, no

Call me pacman you ghosts is blue

I got my red river rubies and my ocean blue jewelry

Usually I'm a hooligan for the money

Yeah, I'm eatin' but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh

Make harm and I bomb you in public

Hit you with the straight-arm, no warning, nothin'

Look, it's mornin', no yawnin' or nothin'

I ain't sleepin', I'm up, tryin' to take a nigga lunch

You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts

Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin' what we want

I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here

If you ever lookin' for me, bitch, I will be here

Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here

Lot of niggas ran from it but I'll still be here

No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental

Crack the Phil', crack the roof and roll up the windows

And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home

That's why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song

You leapin' at a dog, a dog with no bark

Just a bite like an old shark

And all you rich niggas know Pa, I'm talking 'bout Stunna

He like, "Keep your dough", he got ya hoe

And the sun shines on the King and sets on the Prince

I met the Birdman, and I been shining ever since

Like that