So you made it far, heh, we upstairs, I let you up here You special, Marley, shoot, you know what this is? Still The II people, still 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 list of problems address them like P.O. Boxes Yeah I'm New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero gumbo, I'll serve '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 fall and your ass No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener cut the I hear 'em but they talking mass Stop throwing pebbles at a glass
That's Cash Money, pie We ain't runnin', we don't hide sayin' fuck the other Don't get caught on it, this the grind I'll put your on it and walk on it
The only for the art homie How they ya after I erase ya Look around, we at war and you still in I'm riding for reparations, no patience
Slow paper is better no paper Fast money last too long, you gotta pace it You gotta that paper If you got it a caper, you gotta blow that paper
Gotta that photo phobia, no Kodak moments walls with my pictures on 'em Nah, I ain't even in the yearbook I don't do too much posin', got a cool look
Career crook, get career took I'm like a briezeer hook cheer, camouflage gear, the hunter's here Better it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer
Around here and this here is The Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your And tell me ain't nobody hotter But get boy some dippin' sauce, I want 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 'cause I got 'em Get 'em