So you made it far, heh, we upstairs, I let you up here You special, Marley, don't shoot, you know this is? Still The Carter II people, still The Carter II Yeah, you in The Carter II people, hey yeah
All I have in this world is a and a promise A fist of dollars, a list full of problems I'll address them P.O. Boxes Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole
We so out of it, tolerance Gangsta gumbo, serve 'em a pot of it I'm wealthy, still fuckin' wit block shit Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your a drip
Don't slip, you might fall and bust ass No snakes at the carter, tell the cut the grass I hear 'em but they talking under Stop throwing at a bulletproof glass
That's Money, honey pie We ain't runnin', we don't hide sayin' the other side Don't get caught on it, this the dailiest I'll put heart on it and walk on it
The chalks for the art homie How they trace ya I erase ya around, we at war and you still in preparation I'm for them reparations, no patience
Slow is better than no paper Fast money don't too long, you gotta pace it You gotta that paper If you got it a caper, you gotta blow that paper
Gotta know that photo phobia, no moments Feds walls my pictures on 'em Nah, I ain't in the school yearbook I don't do too posin', got a cool killer look
crook, get your career took I'm like a briezeer hook Bitch cheer, camouflage gear, the here Better play it by ear, you ain't but a deer
here and this here is The Carter Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your And Slim tell me ain't hotter But get your boy some dippin' sauce, I the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me 'em On the at the bottom You ain't gotta 'em 'cause I already shot 'em And I ain't gotta get 'em 'cause I got 'em Get 'em