Lil Wayne - Fly Away lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] Ahem. I'd like for you to take this time And remember where you was the first time you heard Dedication If I asked you how many times you listened to D2, could you tell me? Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a black president D4 and 5, we got back to business Y'all done copied the rhymes, y'all done stole the artwork, tried to emulate my sh**-talkin' Weezy & Dram': We are the Mixtape Blueprint Hahaha. You welcome A Dedication! [Verse 1] I got doja, narcotics & actavis as DNA Got a dyke hoe nympho and your b**h laying next to me and bae Easy like NWA, they make me feel a-ok Feeling like Tony, grrreat Feeling all on me, TSA She got dollars, nut, and alcohol all over her T&A She snort all this KKK and this Brodney ay, ay, ay Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA Yeah we got A-M-M-O but you get beat like MMA I got Dracos, ninos, automatics, that my DNA You get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, OHH I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop hoes, Xanies straight I got P's, I got weight, I got keys, I got gates I got moon rock, molly, ecstacy, inside this weed, it's laced I smoke doobies, don't smoke J's, don't watch movies, don't go to plays I watch cuties, p**n and play, I got uzis on the way I don't be choosey, I don't be safe, I don't get woozy, I get the waist My b**h ballin' like Zhané, Erykah Badu with the fade Capital W-NBA, I just teach her how to save I been sleepin' with my AK with my finger 'round her waist I been dreamin' I caught a body that's a sweet dreams you won't taste Give the American dream to a b**h that wasn't from the USA That's the land of the Free, it's the home of AJ Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate She gon' take it to the face like "thin line between love and hate" I got dealers n' a**ociates, call that my DNA All these diamonds, all this gold and sh**, call that PB&J I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods down in the A I got Bloods everywhere you lay but ain't no blood in my filet Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like USDA OMW to your trap, *blap* now I'll be on my way I got plugs, ain't gotta pay, I got sh** I ain't gotta say I got cribs way out of state, ain't got no more pocket space Sipping slo-mo at my pace, lean like I wear a brace Queens wanna be embraced, kings want a B&H I remember Ace of Spades, I remember that Goose is Grey Now it's Bumbu by the case, n***a, f** you, fly away Sick sh**, blrrrp [Break: DJ Drama] Dedicated To the culture that Tunechi birthed To the sons and daughters of Weezy Y'all n***as still watching a master at work D6! [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I already got the ganja I already got the Fanta All-black like Uganda Hair back like E. Honda, wait Hardhat like a condom Your skull crack, then we crowned ya Shark-bite to a flounder Bar-fight to a bouncer, wait All Franks like Sinatra Face been painted, they ain't never clowned him Everybody raking cash like it's autumn Y'all is sweeter than Whatchamacallit All y'all take a seat on this toilet Y'all ain't sh** but y'all piss-poor and Sitting in the foreign like I'm on a Harley Keep bloods**ers away with the garlic Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin Thought about your coffin and started barfing Thought about your offsprings, how they prolly starving Thought about this artful sh**, how I'm so thoughtful Walking on the marble, feeling like Ricardo Walking 'round like the campus of Harvard Shoutout my n***a Swizz, n***as getting smarter Tryna hit the books and n***a hit the target Sitting on the charter, talking 'bout the targets Waiting on departure, waiting on a sculpture Make sure my vultures keep it extra cultured Make sure my Barbie keep an extra Barbie My dick is her electric chair, feel the voltage And her p**y better smell like a orchid Wetter than a wishing well, need a quarter Damn, I wish I was a lil bit taller Damn, I wish I drank a lil more water Damn, my weed stank a lil more harder Damn, I pull up with a redbone, scarlet With a yellowbone car and smoke green, that's Marley Purple and orange, you seen, that's horror No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh, F-R-uh [?] All the Gs in my corner, them boys so warriors Believe we deserve every leaf in the forest Kis and quarters, yeah ya homie had quarters Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em World on my shoulders but it's lighter than a clover I'm your b**h baby, homie, tie it in a stroller Sister sold soul and got white like Crayola Nut like granola all in your b**h rollers You never been to jail, ain'tnever been in a Corolla Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan This is that 6 sh**, the sickness is showing The sickness is spreading, the disease is growing The b**hes is hoeing, the witnesses knowing The dollars are torn, they fishing for coins I continue going, I get to the boar And I rip off his horns, six in the morning Then I just yawn and forget to mourn And give to the star, it's 6, the reward