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Who's that no face drive by no trace
Mob ties no Drake hands tied caught case
Yes, bird's eye no nest, my choppa land success
Who's that no face

Listen, when I rap, boy, that shit poetical
I break rules, I have never been ethical
Need condoms, niggas all on my genitals
I'm the best, get it straight

the bag and the money only take longer
I fell in love with the mic
And the love that we make stronger
Now my life tryna balance
Give you a challenge
Ballin

I'm outer space and I'm poppin' my shit
Young in had to hustle I'm a dog had to hustle  I might need a vent

Got it by myself,  i don't need no hand
I

work
Don't you know by now that it's movement first
Cause we really out here tryna kill every curse
And let's start with the one that Drake made first

I Do It

Lil Wayne

B.O.A.T.S. II: #METIME

2013

clothes
Gotta keep that Trukfit fresh
Shoutout to all of my hoes
Tunechi

That's just how my OG would sum it up
I been working all winter just to f***

the green
Money money money money
It's been 2 weeks since I got payed
And I just
Spent all my money
On real shit please
Stressed all about the money
Pass me

to Die on the Beach
What you should take away from all of this is I'll have a Bellhop hide all my problems for Me

You're given light jabs in time-lapse

is if you heard drake
Making hoes wobble like a bridge in a earth quake
Never see me out, cause I live in my work place
I give you the business so

sock
She needs my kid she seen how I live
Young nigga paid like I just got a check
Blow it all on clothes for me and my homies
With all this money I'll

Villa by da water
Forget about a quota
Speeding down the shoulder
Red Range Rover
Show up with money like Oprah
Ace of da spades
Cause it's broads all

want a cake
Feel so behind when I'm looking at my life and Drake's
Cuz I just want acceleration, all I find is breaks
If I can't make it in this craft

The liquor go down and my ego goes up, all the way to the ceilin, do not disrupt
Hit the cha cha slide, the dougie and the quan, 6'2 but im basically lebron

or the Glock
But all I count is fetti every hour on the clock (Bitch)
Money money money money money money money
I don't talk to no nigga less I'm talking bout

Ayy, all my niggas spinnin', ayy, ceiling fan We them niggas ballin', ayy, juwanna man
Ayy, bitch, I'm Prince Wicked, and shout-out to the klan
We

Battling demons all my life
Stepped out in Prada
Cause I guess it's what I'm like
Stepped out Gucci on the beat
All right
Yes I talk about the pain

gettin' no money, she hoppin' on my dick
just like a bunny You niggas is broke, but try to stay stuntin
Y'all love to stay Hatin, y'all always say something

Man, safe like my money in graves
N****s is sounding like Gunnas and Drakes
Ain't nothing wrong with y'all being influenced 
But lot of y'all rapping

Drake
Cuz we both can relate
We ain't with the new friend shit
Everybody seem to act fake
All they wanna do is hate
Talk tough but don't do shit

Me I'm

you used be Home
Niggas are bitches and bitches be Moving like niggas i'm high to the bone
Grind for the money with no Hesitation but baby welcome to my

bitch finna twerk
Getting money had to put in my work
Finessin finessing finessin the commas i Know i got money like durk
I ain't fuckin no bitch off

to all my brothers couldn't make it out the trench
Yeah I need the space and I need the time
Yeah, Glock 19, got a lil kick on it (You think you know me)

nobody need to know that
Hollerin' money bag, finna run a bag, way up, way up
Nigga talk down on me, told my youngins let it go, they still done him bad

Saw an opp by a cop but I still hit that lick
But I still hit the switch
But I still hit your bitch
Laugh now cry later got the drake on my hip
Got