To real life where I can't watch sunset I don't have time I don't have time [Chorus:] I've still got sand in my shoes And I can't shake the thought of
tip. Killin' motherfuckers if I have to, Peelin' caps too, cause you niggas know I'm comin' at you. I guess thats part of the game, But I feel for the
You niggaz can't see me, but never overlook me I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin where it took me Yeah, and I ain't a killa but don't push meeeee
: [Hook] You know you know You know you know [Verse 1] Uh, you know you know how the story goes, You done jock my style, you done stole my flow, You
to you [Lil Wayne:] Pardon the swag, But bitches cartate, Long bread I don't eat shortcake, How come I can't, Miss a woman like I can't miss cartdates
reps applying preasure to make them pop tunes So I keep it rocking for pet sakes You fake gangsta rappers a clecha And if you ain't talking dough when you meet drake I
bitch, I do this shit, I'll erase you like I drew you bitch An I keep that toaster you can come an be my screw biiiitch I'm so uptown, an mothafucker
you [Lil Wayne:] Pardon the swag, But bitches cartate, Long bread I don't eat shortcake, How come I can't, Miss a woman like I can't miss courtdates
bitch, I do this shit, I'll erase you like I drew you bitch An I keep that toaster you can come an be my strudel biiiitch I'm so uptown, an mothafucker
away okay aye see that I can relate to it seems like people hate you and you feel like if you just don't have the strength to and when you try to do some
you, I can bring your career back" But I don't want it back! "Yes you do..." No I don't! "Yes you do, you're gonna regret it later!" No I won't! "I'ma
before I crawl I want it all ever since I came out of my mama's walls I'm trying to make so much dough when I write a song I can write 'em all why y'
paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P (or is it D) It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don
Tech can give it to you, but Whatcha Gon' Do? Rev can give it to you, but Whatcha Gon' Do wit it I can give it to you, Wha Wha Wha What What! [Chino
you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away
gettin' tired of your Shit You don't never buy me nothin' See Everytime you come around You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, & Tyrone See why can't we
I'm gettin' tired of your Shit You don't never buy me nothin' See Everytime you come around You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, & Tyrone See why can't
my steeple, I visited people; for this I'd gone when I met Little John. His name came, I understood, when the judge said "You're a robbing hood."