So you made it far, heh, we upstairs, I let you up here You special, Marley, don't shoot, you know what is? Still The Carter II people, The Carter II people Yeah, you still in The Carter II people, hey
All I have in this world is a pistol and a A full of dollars, a list full of problems I'll address them like P.O. Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the cockpit
We so out of it, zero gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it I'm wealthy, still fuckin' wit that shit Wet your ass up, head to feet your sock a drip
Don't slip, you fall and bust your ass No snakes at the carter, the gardener cut the grass I 'em but they talking under mass Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof
Cash Money, honey pie We ain't runnin', we hide sayin' fuck the other side Don't get caught on it, the dailiest grind put your heart on it and walk on it
The only 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 don't last too long, you gotta pace it You gotta know that If you got it a caper, you gotta blow that paper
Gotta that photo phobia, no Kodak moments Feds walls my pictures on 'em Nah, I ain't even in the school I don't do too posin', got a cool killer look
Career crook, get your took I'm like a briezeer hook Bitch cheer, camouflage gear, the hunter's Better play it by ear, you ain't but a deer
Around here and this here is The Serve it while hot out the pot to your mama And Slim tell me nobody hotter But get your boy some dippin' sauce, I the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, me drop 'em On the at the bottom You ain't gotta shoot 'em 'cause I already 'em And I ain't gotta get 'em I already got 'em Get 'em