Fly Away Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Intro: DJ Drama] 

Ahem 

I'd like for you to take this time 

And remember where you was 

The first time you heard Dedication 

If I asked you how many times you've listened to D2 

Could you tell me? 

Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard 

When we had a black president 

D4 and 5, we got back to business 

Y'all done copied the rhymes 

Y'all done stole the artwork 

Tried to emulate my shit-talkin' 

Weezy and Dram'— we are the Mixtape Blueprint 

Hahaha! You welcome 

A Dedication 

Related 

18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

[Verse 1: Wayne] 

I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; that's DNA 

Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch layin' next to me and bae 

Eazy like NWA, they make me feel A-OK 

Feeling like Tony, "Grrreat!", feeling all on me, TSA 

She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all over her T&A 

She snort all this KKK and this broad need AAA 

Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA 

Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat like MMA 

I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; that's my DNA 

You'll get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H 

I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole Xanies straight 

I got P's, I got weight, I got kis, I got gates 

I got moon-rock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, it's laced 

I smoke doobies, don't smoke J's 

Don't watch movies, don't go to plays 

I watch cuties, porn, and play, I got Uzis on the way 

I don't be choosey, I don't be safe 

I don't get woozy, I get the waist 

My bitch ballin' like Chiney, Erykah Badu with the fade 

Capital-WNBA, I just teach her how to save 

I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger around her waist 

I been dreamin' I caught a body — 

That's some sweet dreams, who want a taste? 

Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA 

That's the land of the Free, it's the home of AJ 

Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate 

She's gon' take it to the face, like "Thin line between love and hate" 

I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call that my DNA 

All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J 

I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods down in the A 

I got Bloods everywhere you lay 

But ain't no blood in my filet 

Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like USDA 

OMW to your trap, (Blap!) — Now I'll be On My Way 

I got plugs I ain't got to pay, I got shit I ain't got to say 

I got cribs way out of state, I ain't got no more pocket space 

Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean like I wear a brace 

Queens want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace 

I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is Grey 

Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away 

Six shit, (blrrrp) 

Photos 

[Break: DJ Drama & (Lil Wayne)] 

Dedicated 

To the culture that Tunechi birthed 

To the sons and daughters of Weezy 

Y'all niggas still watching a master at work 

(I already got...) 

D6 

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] 

I already got the Ganja 

I already got the Fanta 

All black like Uganda 

Hair back like E. Honda, wait 

Hardhat like a condom 

Your skull crack, then we crowned you 

Shark bite to a flounder 

Bar fight to a bouncer, wait 

All Franks like Sinatra 

Face been painted, they ain't never clowned him 

Everybody rakin' cash like it's autumn 

Y'all boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit 

All y'all take a seat on this toilet 

Y'all ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and 

Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a Harley 

Keep bloodsuckers away with the garlic 

Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin 

Thought about your coffin and started barfin' 

Thought about your orphans, how they probably starvin' 

Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful 

Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like Ricardo 

Walkin' 'round like the campus of Harvard 

Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter 

Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the target 

Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the targets 

Waitin' on departure, waiting on a sculpture 

Make sure my vultures keep an extra cartridge 

And make sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie 

My dick is her electric chair, feel the voltage 

And her pussy better smell like a orchid 

Wetter than a wishin' well, need a quarter 

Damn, I wish I was a lil bit taller 

Damn, I wish I drank a lil more water 

Damn, my weed stank a lil more harder 

Damn, I pull up with a redbone, scarlet 

With a yellowbone car 

That smoke green, that's Marley 

Purple and the orange, you seen, that's horror 

No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh, F-R-uh 

All the Gs in my corner, them boys so warriors 

Believe we deserve every leaf in the forest 

Kis and quarters layin' around my headquarters 

Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I report 'em 

World on my shoulders but it's lighter than a clover 

I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller 

System so solar, got white like Crayola 

Nut like granola all in your bitch rollers 

You never been in jail, I never been in a Corolla 

Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan 

This is that sick shit, the sickness is showin' 

The sickness is spreadin', the disease is growin' 

The bitches is hoein', the witnesses knowin' 

The dollars are torn, they fishing for coins 

I continue goin', I get to the boar and 

I rip off his horns, six in the mornin' 

Then I just yawn and forget to mourn 

And give to the star, it's 6, the reward