So you it this far, heh, we upstairs, I let you up here You special, Marley, don't shoot, you know this is? Still The Carter II people, The Carter II people Yeah, you still in The II people, hey yeah
All I in this world is a pistol and a promise A full of dollars, a list full of problems I'll address like P.O. Boxes I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it I'm wealthy, still fuckin' wit that block Wet your ass up, to feet 'til your sock a drip
Don't slip, you might and bust your ass No snakes at the carter, the gardener cut the grass I hear 'em but they talking mass Stop throwing pebbles at a glass
Cash Money, honey pie We ain't runnin', we don't hide sayin' the other side get caught 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 around, we at war and you still in preparation I'm for them reparations, no patience
Slow paper is better than no Fast money don't last too long, you gotta it You gotta know that If you got it from a caper, you gotta that paper
know that photo phobia, no Kodak moments Feds with my pictures on 'em Nah, I ain't even in the school I don't do too much posin', got a cool killer
crook, get your career took I'm back like a hook Bitch cheer, gear, the hunter's here play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer
Around here and this is The Carter it while it's hot out the pot to your mama And tell me ain't nobody hotter But get your boy some dippin' sauce, I want the whole
I got 'em by the collar, watch me 'em On the head at the You ain't gotta shoot 'em I already shot 'em And I ain't get 'em 'cause I already got 'em Get 'em