Mack Maine - Soul Survivor lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] I be like why not? My n***a Khaled in here with me I f**s with my homie TS [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Young boy call me Weezy F Baby Got a whole lot of money, and a bunch of ways to make it I'mma country a** n***a got diamonds in my teeth ho Chopper that I'm toting make me feel like Deebo Rock a n***a boat then speed off on the speedboat Take a n***a ho and skeet all in her speedo's Take a n***a ho and show her how to break a kilo Show the b**h how to turn a bird into a beetle We So F Baby, no cliche Just money, hard dick, no foreplay Standing in the court way, f** what the court say There's money on the corner baby, welcome to my workplace Sippin' with my drink laced, you know how I get down I promise baby I'mma fall asleep if I sit down Uptown his town, Hollygrove hizzound f** with the little man, you will never get found 211 187, I'm on a mission Mother f** whoever higher, but I gotta get mine This time I'm going for the big climb And the boy about to incline, Jigga man I'm nearby When it come to realize(real eyes), the sooner they'll feel mine But I ain't on that, I got money on my mizzind(mind) Little a** n***as, stand tall like I'm 6'9" Cash Money, Young Money, meet you at the finish line (b**h n***a) [Verse 2: Mack Maine] See all these new rappers got me missin' Biggie and Pac And all these fake Jacobs made me get rid of my watch And Hollygrove you can't get rid of my block With all these big-heads, you'd think this was Benjamin's block homie Cinnamon drop hop out spit at your pops Behind mine, I'll do 10 in the box n***a My neck of the woods is Uptown ask for me Young Maine, Young Money, Cash Money, Fast Money Had the fiends hittin' the wall thinkin' that they crash dummies While you little petty hustlers struggling for gas money I'm on a full tank, b**h I'm bout me You'll probably catch me and Weezy Baby on South Beach In back of the Phantom the TVs playing The game about to start, some b**h singing the National Anthem (f**) Whether it's the streets or the CDs, y'all gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] If you lookin' for me I be with your b**h n***a Ho I done f**ed and she done s**ed my dick (yea) If it ain't 'bout dollars (yea), then I can't holler (yea) And everybody know the Birdman the king And he love his son Wayne so he give me everything And that's the logics n***a watch it Keep my name up outta that n***a gossip Money gon' drain like a brand new faucet Aren't you conscious? alert for the coppers They give us the work then throw us in jail Don't smile for the cameras gotta know when to sail I'm blowin' an L, low in the 12 I ain't trippin' on life, I'm a go when I shall I'm a gangsta baby I'm a gangsta Weezy Baby please say the baby