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Verse 1 - Purple SWG:

Im a fucking paradox
No im not
Cant forget about my last
She's god damn hot
The moon its rising
The sun its setting
The dark

fuckin’ bitches, catching snitches by the toe 
Stackin’ paper by the boat
I’m a ghetto role model
Came up from the bottom now I’m ballin’
I’m

nights I be feeling like Bruce Wayne
But I ain't out lookin for vengeance cuz God has intentions
And He keeping Bruce tamed
When they shooting more shells

I roll one up smoke by the pool & sit in silence,
They watch & copy what I’m doing just to try it, 
I was the first one in my city on this slime

You're blinded by that Bruce Wayne money 
Haha, you on that new age nothing fronting Bruce Wayne money 
See I'm the joker in that noose saying "fuck

had
Thank God I ain't have to sit in that cell
Had to fire my first lawyer
You know how hard I fought?
Y'all praise the nigga that do the time

children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps

stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
They gated me off, by Hendrix while he

Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil

struggle when I started
But I moved on regardless
With my squad yeah we skating
She be waving I'm assuming 
Tats on her face like Lil Wayne 
Champagne on my

Our House

Eminem

Welcome To: Our House

2012

cadence
Thank God for the lunchroom tables
I'm trying to be the sickest nigga, dead or alive
And if I happen to fall short, it's been one hell of a ride

[Lil Wayne talking]

Uh-oh, uh-oh

You know how we do it

Weezy and Petey, baby

Ya'know

This here is 500 Degreez

Holla at 'em dogg

[Petey Pablo]

Brown Paper Bag [Bonus Track]

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son [Bonus CD] [Clean]

2006

Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)

Thank god for those days, thank god for those

thankful
That I'm Thankful
For a
Heaven sent
Life changer
If god real Ill thank em
For this Head banging
Puff ball wearing
Baby angel
I'll kill for when it's

my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with

turned up
Thank god I made it
It's crazy
I'm too turned up for real
What what what
Huh
Bad lil bitch
She throwing it back
Man knowing me
I be blowing my

Outro

Drama

Gangsta Grilz, Vol. 12

2007

rapper in the game no arguing (arguing)

And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com

you ain't never been no problem
Raised up by Wayne, Big and Mad Max off Top Shottas
Hung with drug lords my whole life, I'm used to countin' commas

way
And I got to thank God
Shit it's like I seen it all mane
And I got to thank God
Bow ya heads as we all pray
And I got to thank God
I'm flippin'

of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit,

(Honorable C N.O.T.E.)
Go

Trap god, started this trap shit, you need to thank me (yeah)
Lil' knucklehead sun valley youngster, mama tried

Thank God, I'll sing again I Don't need a friend
I'll be over They're heads by the End of night
Again, again, again, again
Yeah Thank God, I'm Satan

the better days
Even for the rainy days
And niggas still getting paid i'm like Magic
Don't brush and still getting waves
"Lil B, Lil B"
Swear to God I'm

Gravedigger fuckin' spin 'em, go and stain 'em
So many chains, they might get tangled
This pack wild, I'm smokin' famous
Fillin' places, get it to the point