Fly In lyrics

[Intro]

So they ask me

"Young boy...

What you gonna do the second time around?

How you gon' come back?"

I tried told 'em:

"I come back like 32

I jump back like 33!"

Ugh!

Hit me!

That's nothing

This here's Tha Carter II, people

This is Tha Carter II, people

[Verse]

Hey! They call me... Mr. Carter, I kissed the daughter

Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father

Spilled the heart of a mildew hater

I will put them body on chill like glaciers, gracias!

I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious, going against me is atheist

I got my angels on my shoulder and a quarter of that angel dust

I ain't sniffin', I'm just pitchin', your honor

I ain't snitchin', your honor

Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power

Vacate when that kitchen get hotter

I just sit on the counter, open the cabinet, close the cupboard

Put that jar in the skillet, drop a fo' in the bubbles

I remember being young, tryin' to hustle my dope

Tryin' to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap

Tryin' to tell you 'fore you jump that my Mac ain't broke

You ain't trying to see how far that black back lane go, no!

Call me Pac-Man, your ghosts is blue

I got my red river rubies and my ocean blue jewelry

Usually I'm a hooligan for the money

Yeah, I'm eating, but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh!

Make harm and I bomb you in public

Hit you with the straight-arm, no warning, nothing

Look, it's morning, no yawning or nothing

I ain't sleeping, I'm up, tryin' to take a nigga lunch

You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts

Then shake a nigga shorts and we taking what we want

I'm so 504 you got to kill me here

If you ever looking for me, bitch, I will be here

Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here

Lot of niggas ran from me but I still be here

No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental

Crack the Phil', crack the roof and roll up the windows

And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home

That's why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song

You leaping at a dog, a dog with no bark

Just a bite like an old shark

And all you rich niggas know Pa, I'm talking 'bout Stunna

He like "Keep your dough", he got ya ho

And the sun shines on the King and sets on the Prince

I met the Birdman, and I been shining ever since

Like that!

• Artist:Lil Wayne
• Album:Tha Carter II (2005)