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Uh, Umm, Weezy ya’ll
Young Money, Cash Money
This is, the Drought 3
Ladies and gentlemen, You know me
Listen, you know I ride for my motherfunkin’ niggas
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga
They tell me dont get high, n i should try to make a living
I tell em imma hustler n id rather make a killin
My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet
I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, imma kill her
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas
And fuck ya hospital, young money, we the illest
And I ain’t gotta lie when I tell you im the illest
My flow is nasty, like C Y Phyllis
Self made G, and them bitches know the business
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I’m a chemist
And when I was 5, my favorite movie was the gremlins
Ain’t got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention
You looking for divine and the little intervention
And them birds don’t fly, without my permission
I’m probably in the sky, flying with the fishes
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons
See my world is different
Like Dwayne Wayne
And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thing
And you know that imma ride with my motherfuckin niggas
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga
Don’t worry bout mine, imma grind til i get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
Cuz the sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
And if you look high, you see that im goin be in it
The sky is the limit
Buck Ten in the coupe, And your bitch love it
Switching lane faster than she switch subjects
Tell a bitch don’t talk to me
And if you’re talking to them niggas, don’t talk for free
And I hate when a nigga say talk is cheap
Cuz im the type to let money talk for me
My flow is art, unique
My flow can part a sea
The only thing on a mind of a shark, is eat
By any means, and you’re just sardines
I got the 40 cal. Tuck in my P.R.Ps.,
What do you expect, im from New Orleans
And majority of my city is riders
They tried to make a brand new map without us
But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars
And no matter how you change it, it will still be ours
And imma ride with my motherfuckin niggas
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga
Don’t worry bout mine, imma grind till i get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
And imma tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
Because the sky is the limit
Yeah, the sky is the limit
And if you look up high, you’ll see that I’m goin be in it
Cuz the sky is the limit
And you don’t wanna fuck with a soldier
Use your head, or I’ll take it off ya shoulder
Run up in your house and shoot everyone that’s sitting on the livingroom sofa, (that’s fucked up, haha)
And you don’t wanna fuck with a soldier
Use your head, or ill take it off ya shoulder
Mail it to your mom, wit a dozen of roses, (Now that’s fucked up)
And I’m a G
And you ain’t gotta know the alphabets to see
I know that my whole city is depending on me
And I forget a lot of shit, but I cannot forget the streets
So you know that im gonna ride with my motherfuckin niggas
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga
Don’t worry bout mine, imma grind till i get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
Don’t worry bout mine, imma grind till i get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
Because the sky is the limit
Yeah, the sky is the limit
And If you look high, you’ll see that im goin be in it
Cuz the sky is the limit
They tell me dont get high, n i should try to make a living
I tell em imma hustler n id rather make a killin
Cuz the sky is the limit
Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit
Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
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