歌手:Lil Wayne
专辑:《Tha Carter IV》

作词 : Carter, Dwayne
作曲 : Carter, Dwayne
I'm as real as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't **** around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, s*it is real son
Cause my god son just became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pus*ing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it ain't right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, ain't no salary cap in the **** game
Ain't no collective bargaining on c*****e
So in other words *****, do your thing
Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother
He's just angry at you ****** who don't have your heart in your rap s*it
And got too f****n comfy, cause we still f****n hungry
Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, f****n faded, aww yeah I'm f****n faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah i must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad b*****s workin' in that s*it hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it major
So **** the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my ***** out
Stop playin, I ain't with that bulls*it
****** act like b*****s. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would *****
Brand new *****, ***** good as baby powder
Two glock 40′s, ***** you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some f****n goggles
Its better to give, but we don't give a **** about 'em
I just came home, s*it then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot *****, steal toe
I ain't workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf****n field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your *****, get that 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake *****, press your brakes *****
I'll take you out, that's a date *****
I'm a grown ass blood, stop playin with me
Play asshole and get an ass whippin'
I think you ***** cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down, tempur-pedic
This s*its a game of chess, you ****** think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, ***** this a business meeting
My ****** hungry, my b*****s greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
*****, I'm straight, my girl a f****t
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad