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Cover my tracks like butter so where da bread be I see beef as dead meat Who dat, the president, yea me, no one scare me And you ain't gotta double dare me, hear me Loud and clearly, rats aren't near me Wire tap, niggas get blood in the earpiece I'm from New Orleans, nowhere near peace Pure beast, fear free, dear grief Catch up bitch, I'm in gear three, zoom, gone, see ya, peace, drop one on the finger Fuck a man whoever made him I will hurt whoever love him cause I hate him Looking for a lady, high and sedated Got her to the pad I don't know a nigga made it She gave me relations so now we related The morning comes, the picture faded I'm waited on my turn to burn, can I get a light Little dog, bigger bike Jackson 5, Little Mike Can I get a mic or a mic and a half Thank the source owner, shoutout to the editors staff I'm all grown so much better with math I'm need a spread in the Forbes taking a benjamin bath I'm servin this track, like Stephograph Roger Federer, there's no competitors Niggas know my rhetoric, bitch know my preference Young GOD baby all you other niggas reverends Sittin in my big house, surrounded by my weaponry I keep them away like I got leprosy Chopper right next to me, loaded up with Pepper seeds Got an extra clip but that's only for my especially's This is especially for you, disrespect a nigga game, what kinda referee is you? Swallow ya whistle, make a nigga ride with the pistol Cause the fakest niggas ride with the pistol Even if I die old, I'ma die with the pistol If you stand over my body, I'll probably kill you Not really, Weezy da realest I wear a lot of bathin ape cause I be with gorillas yeah He what they talkin bout, topic of the conversation Product of determination Stop playin you are not up in my situation I get money like a caucasian The car red so the caucausin, stop hatin Ya'll ballers I'ma sports agent Wait a minute, let me translate it It's Weezy, not the fatha motherfuckin baby