[00:06.43]Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[00:08.49]Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[00:10.56]Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
[00:13.50]Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
[00:15.81]Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
[00:17.44]You don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the F is for Finisher
[00:20.75]So misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma?
[00:22.93]Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
[00:24.56]Got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her
[00:26.24]Never met the bitch, but I f-ck her like I missed her
[00:29.18]Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
[00:31.80]Sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin’ family picture
[00:34.87]You know father time, we all know mother nature
[00:37.55]It’s all in the family, but I am of no relation
[00:40.50]No matter who’s buying, I’m a celebration
[00:43.43]Black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation
[00:46.18]F-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut
[00:49.18]Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups
[00:51.81]I don’t feel I done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this shit
[00:55.31]Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
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[01:02.49]Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[01:04.73]Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[01:06.24]I’m goin’ back in
[01:08.23]Okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded
[01:10.87]I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me
[01:13.92]Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
[01:15.80]But hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy
[01:18.24]Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
[01:20.99]I beat the beat up, call it self defense
[01:22.23]Swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins
[01:24.36]N-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
[01:26.67]Talking to myself because I am my own consultant
[01:28.74]Married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery
[01:31.79]You full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
[01:35.04]Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
[01:37.55]Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
[01:40.17]Mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off
[01:43.61]Real n-gga all day and tomorrow
[01:46.17]But these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
[01:49.17]Glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya
[01:52.11]Try me and run into a wall, outfielder
[01:54.17]You know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lights
[01:57.74]The fruits of my labor, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe
[02:00.80]Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
[02:03.55]If these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon
[02:06.54]Tell ‘em bitches I say put my name on the wall
[02:09.05]I speak the truth, but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all
[02:12.30]And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
[02:15.11]But most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on
[02:18.67]Satisfied with nothing, you don’t know the half of it
[02:21.30]Young Money, Cash Money
[02:23.30]Paper chasing, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya”
[02:26.43]Bitch, real G’s move in silence like lasagna
[02:28.87]People say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda
[02:31.73]Woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her
[02:35.43]You n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
[02:37.68]I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
[02:40.92]Yeah, with a swag you would kill for
[02:43.30]Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
[02:45.69]Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
[02:49.44]Tell ‘em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell
[02:52.43]Word to my mama, I’m out of my lima bean
[02:55.19]Don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
[02:57.25]Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
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[03:00.21]Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
[03:05.39]I played the side for you n-ggas that’s tryna front, and see
[03:07.46]Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me
[03:09.40]Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
[03:11.96]Disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda
[03:14.71]Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I’m bald like Cuba
[03:17.46]And I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya
[03:20.27]I be mackin’, ’bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
[03:23.21]Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
[03:25.77]N-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
[03:28.77]Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
[03:31.33]Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind
[03:33.46]I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times
[03:35.71]That I keep these bucks steady on my mind
[03:37.95]Tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause
[03:40.46]To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
[03:43.33]Keep throwin’ my sign in the middle
[03:45.58]Hit ‘em up, piece on my side,
[03:48.02]Cause ain’t no peace on my side, bitch
[03:49.21]I’m a man, I visit urinals abroad
[03:52.02]Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside
[03:58.02]I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard?
[04:00.58]Gunna