So you made it this far, heh, we upstairs, I let you up You special, Marley, don't shoot, you know this is? The Carter II people, still 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 them like P.O. 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 wit that block shit Wet your ass up, head to 'til your sock a drip
Don't slip, you fall and bust your ass No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener cut the I hear 'em but they talking under throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money, pie We ain't runnin', we hide sayin' fuck the other side Don't get on it, this the dailiest grind put your heart on it and walk on it
The chalks only for the art How they trace ya after I ya Look around, we at war and you still in I'm for them reparations, no patience
Slow is better than no paper Fast money don't last too long, you pace it You gotta know paper If you got it from a caper, you blow that paper
know that photo phobia, no Kodak moments Feds walls with my on 'em Nah, I even 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 cheer, camouflage gear, the hunter's here Better play it by ear, you ain't but a deer
Around and this here is The Carter it while it's hot out the pot to your mama And Slim tell me ain't 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 'cause I shot 'em And I gotta get 'em 'cause I already got 'em Get 'em