So you made it this far, heh, we upstairs, I let you up You special, Marley, don't shoot, you what this is? Still The Carter II people, The Carter II people Yeah, you in The Carter II people, hey yeah
All I have in this world is a and a promise A fist full of dollars, a full of problems I'll address them like P.O. Yeah I'm New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero Gangsta gumbo, I'll 'em a pot of it I'm wealthy, still wit that block shit Wet your ass up, head to feet your sock a drip
Don't slip, you might and bust your ass No snakes at the carter, tell the cut the grass I 'em but they talking under mass Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof
That's Cash Money, pie We ain't runnin', we don't hide sayin' the other side Don't get on it, this the dailiest grind I'll put your heart on it and on it
The chalks for the art homie How trace ya after I erase ya Look around, we at war and you still in I'm riding for them reparations, no
Slow paper is better no paper Fast money don't too long, you gotta pace it You know that paper If you got it from a caper, you gotta that paper
Gotta know photo phobia, no Kodak moments Feds walls my pictures on 'em Nah, I ain't even in the yearbook I don't do too much posin', got a cool killer
Career crook, get your took I'm back like a hook cheer, camouflage gear, the hunter's here Better it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer
Around and this here is The Carter it while it's hot out the pot to your mama And Slim me ain't nobody hotter But get your boy some dippin' sauce, I want the enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, me drop 'em On the head at the You ain't shoot 'em 'cause I already shot 'em And I ain't gotta get 'em 'cause I got 'em Get 'em