so bad What is my destiny You tie my hands What am I supposed to see What have I done so bad What am I gonna be (Lil Wayne) I, knock on the door, hope
three stacks and then I'm back to doin' shit Like I do say Maybach music Realist shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homie, I
with the stuff trust me it's tough But I maintain to climb through it all And I still manage to be Lil' Wayne therefore I shine and I ball And dawg, I
Testiments And I'm A God, And This Is What I Bless em' wit Bitch I'm Me! I'm Me! I'm Me! I'm Me! Baby, I'm Me! So, Who You?! You Not Me! You
think I ain't hard Bitch say Weezy make it rain, I say bitch I ain't God But I am God's son, but you know I ain't Nas See, he got a positive aim, and
Lil' Wayne:] Okay, My Leather So Soft But Don't Think I Ain't Hard Bitch Say Weezy Make It Rain, I Say Bitch I Ain't God But I Am God's Son, But You Know
I am important like the evanescence of saying im just trying to make my alphabets as heavy as I can how do I live, when im as deadly as I am I give
dem And my mind is on anotha continent I am real Cash Money no counterfeit I don't parking lot pimp I just politic But I get all in her mouth like
still lyin I'm the muthafukin truth (fuck 'em!) Talk tough till I knock off your kuff And I own my team, I'm like a Maloof They hatin on me I'm just
dick on em i snort dope i aint a dopehead i get this mothafucka runnin with both legs i dont sleep i got no bed and i dont make no sense i got no head
thought it was, bitches wanna hold me in the morning like a coffee mug, i dont try to lock em down cuz i am not an officer, i just knock them down
, Really didn't wanna do it but i fuck wit T.S. and Fat Joe Joe dawg, I am a robot and this robot is on overload, And bitch i always will be hot like
you too and you too woo who!! Now im coocoo like birds wit my words i am poo poo meaning i am the shit on you turds. Yes and i get on your nerves 2x and
I feel like dying... I feel like dying Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying (I feel like, I feel like, I feel like
Z] I used to give a fuck Now I give a fuck less What do I think of success It sucks too much stress I guess I blew up quick Cause friends I grew up with
of the 'Ghini, bars got cheese I got cheddar linguine That's why I keep the federals scheming That's why I keep the platinum blinging every diamond's like a nice size I
like??? Then I come back like good crack, I am that, get that, I spit crack, 6 shot by tha 6 pack I spit that where you spit that I send niggas where
Braxton, the first Lil' Kim But I still take hood rats and work with them Put yo' ass in a Jag and I drop ya quick Give ya ass a lil' game, if ya smirk