Lamar lyrics - Lil Wayne

 Uh, I spit that R.O.C., nothing but crack, bitch

Get my cleats 'cause I'm running this rap shit

Y'all know me, this ain't nothing but practice

I'm running the streets and I'm running this rap shit

I got bars, OD, I been running this rap shit

I run this bitch like I'm Lamar Jackson, uh

Takeover, the breaks over

Hit yo' brakes 'cause the race over, I'm the case closer

Bust yo' whole fucking face open, that's a makeover

Lean make every soda grape soda, purple taste golden

Make me have my skaters skate over to your place soldier

You a play soldier, you a snake, you a fake cobra

You ain't safe, have the safe open, I need payola

On yo' knees, nigga where the keys? I'm like Beethoven

It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, a pen to a test

I bring the night to his sunlight and zen to her stress

I bring the gun to a fist fight, the dick to her breast

She want the cum on her tongue like it's mint to her breath

This is grown man BI, R.I.P B.I

Nigga, you might be a CI, talkin' to the FBI

Big beast to the east-side, now she's on my G5

Fuck on her to some C5, cut on Funeral and she die

Your reach ain't long enough, yo' peeps ain't strong enough

Yo' beach ain't warm enough

You ain't been in the throne

'Cause the seat ain't warm enough

And nigga, I'm the only one

I got the crown on, I'm the goat and you the pony, son

Don't let me do it to him Dunie 'cause I overdo it

The choppa was too big for me, had to grow into it

His stylist split his wig for me if I told her do it

We hit his crib and broke into it, if it's smoke, we blew it

We don't believe you, you need more people

Ain't shit sweet, boy, you need more Equal

You ain't runnin' shit boy feed your Ezekiel

All my niggas rich boy, clean no illegal

Don't let em gas you, like Tunechi reading Thrasher

He won't thrash you 'cause I'll be glad to split your apple, I had to

Stab you, chop you up in the bathroom so casual

Then drop you off in front of a chapel with candles

Detach you, body from soul

Anita Baker body and soul, come out of my soul

I made a way to the rockiest roads and highway patrol

Full speed ahead clean the bread from the sloppiest joes

I got it in the hot and the cold, the mud in the rain

I stomach the pain, got more bloods than the blood in my veins

I'm huntin' the game, you guys ain't fuckin with Wayne

Ask your vibe 'cause she fuckin' Lil Wayne, yeah

Nigga, y'all know me, this ain't nothin' but practice

OG, I been sonnin' these bastards

Double R, no key, got a button for that shit

And if y'all don't see, then I'm comin' with graphics

Nigga, war no peace, and I'm comin' with caskets

Screamin' RIP to everyone in this rap shit

Nigga, y'all so sweet and I'm nothing but nasty

And I'm runnin' this rap shit, nigga, Lamar Jackson, No Ceilings

This is No Ceilings 3

That's right, Lil Wayne

And be ready for I Am Not A Human Being 3

The album coming 2021

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