Dec. 4

The people asking me ''Wayne
What's crackalacking''? I can't kid
I ain't smelling out my ass, mama
I ain't shit but you can't tell my mama
That I ain't the shit
And if you talk about my mama
Bet I'm all in your shit
All of the things go to my mama
Cause she brought me in this
And ever since I never miss her
Never called in sick
I go to work, I don't quit
Mama taught me this
''You go berserk for that crib, baby boy
Don't slip'' i'll murk you for them chips
And make Frito Lay
I'm trying to come up on the fortress
Split it 3-4-ways hey - Mama say ''don't let
'em see your page''
Don't let 'em copy you off your paper
Let 'em see yo' ok
And you ain't gotta do nothing
But be your age
But mama how can I? I will be so paid
She kept me with money, I
Keep her with money, she like
"Long as you investin' in something
" I'm invested in her i got my weight up

Pops passed, I had to get off my ass
Had to put it in little bags
And get off my grass
Nigga coming at me sharp my ass
I'm just trying to play my part like Cass'
Smart like Taz
I used to carry off-white like cash
Now I tote handguns like bags
Ain't too much changed
Still pitch and give 'em a
Split or a change up i never up and change
I just get my change up
I'm greasy with the game, Joe Casey gave me
I'm an animal and niggas hate me like rabies
But niggas taste this and
Lick nuts like ladies
I get ape quick and hit up like I get
I deflate the game and insert my dick
That mean I fuck the game so fuck the game
I grind to the money, say fuck the game
Man, niggas wonder why I got out
I won the game i'm a champion

And when I got paid I gave back what I owed
So don't be mad when you see me
In the Maybach or the Rolls
Making haters taste crack when
I'm attacking the roads
Sitting so far back with the seat I'm
In the trunk with the coke
You know what's under the seat
I got the Combat 4 gave a nigga one
Bet he don't come back no more
Nope - it's Weezy F and the 'F' is for flow
I spit blood on a track
Call me Dracula dough i get it sacking
Act like I came back from coke
Not guilty or Jesus, let rabbit go
Wow, that's my daddy if ya'll ain't know
And I love him with every
Second my hard day go
Buck - remember when the
Bullet caught lil' bro?
Who you think got that blood
Up off that flo'?
Who you think made that boy come off so cold?
How you think that young boy come off so old?
I miss you pops