Drew Correa - Mr. Carter 2 (New Wayne Verse) lyrics

[Produced by Infamous and Drew Correa] [Hook] I'm in the studio All day all night Cookin up the flow Gettin my career right As I should Try'na get my mama up out the hood So don't blame me if I hustle like I'm broke Cause all my life I've been broke I'm K-Dot if you didn't know Aiming straight for the top [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Hub City beat 87 baby 87 Cudi screamin' out "f** the police" Bubble kush in the trunk, choppers in the front seat Get your top peeled back, don't chitterchat, don't speak of me I move low-key, I think like a double OG Inside of an old school bumpin' oldies So high off life, that b**h I could OD Die twice, and come back the same n***a Lame n***as get up out of my lane n***a Before the big red come through and run over your brain n***a Me propane n***as for their dividends Forgive you innocent, Compton all of my uncles wore Pendletons West Coast rider, b**h I'mma ride her 'Til the wheels fall off, buy more tires Mmm, say hello to the new prince I'm high king behind black tint Na'mean? [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Get the f** out of my business Because I've been handling the f** out of my business Grinding got perfect attendance Flyer than first-cla** and detention Uh, been a winner since the beginning And my records show, not even in the Guinness What do you mean, am I finished? I'm just getting started But you're on the sideline like Vince Lombardi Weezy, new born baby? and it's my party And I'm kicking like a horse on the stick-shift Ferrarri Like new c**aine, bright yellow dope? Bright red flag like a red velvet rope Open for criticism, there really isn't any room for criticism When this sh** is in I'm in deeper than your pool, so I swim in towel-less b**h, I be and I been ballin' [Hook] [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Mmm, f** 'em all, k** 'em all off Send 'em off to the holy one Put a hole in one, like miniature golf Price on your head, and they trying to purchase No matter the cost Hand over the cloth Cloth over the gun Gun over your jaw Bullet over your tongue Stick my dick inside hip-hop and shorty's sprung Every time I get a chance to come over I overcome Over the snare drums They say, "Who f**ing with you if you the god MC?" I tell 'em none Get it? I tell 'em none Catholic nor Christian, holding the book of sums In the back of my True Religions Never pa**ed the bar but I ain't got to study law Just to judge lyrics Mmm, I should be the judge of lyrics Bang the gavel, give you a life sentence [Hook]