Fly Out Lyrics - Lil Wayne

We here 

I said we here 

The back of Tha Carter 

The back of Tha Carter... Two... Ooooh 

Yea... This here is... the end of Tha Carter Two people 

HEY! HaHa.Yea 

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I got the game on ball and chain 

I threw the key in the train 

I'm like the key in the truck 

I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless 

Seeing through you niggaz like a fuckin psychic 

Hearing through the grapevine, niggaz wanna hate mine 

Say my name and die in the daytime 

You catch my drift, man you better be Peyton 

Boy the heats on, they make a peace bond 

I'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign 

Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times 

A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, ready for whatever 

Tell them pussy niggaz come together 

Heavy wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga 

Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal nigga 

I'm just a little nigga, trying to be a civil nigga 

Thirty years old, shit that'll be a different nigga 

Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listenin 

But she ain't really trippin, 'cause the pots is pissed in 

Them niggaz trippin, until the shots whistling' 

Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention 

I gotta bitch, and quit callin women bitches 

As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen 

No preventing the crime, I gotta get it 

I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin 

There you go shittin on a way a nigga thinkin 

Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin 

And since the future ain't promised to no one 

I live everyday like this is the sure one 

Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean 

Stand in the heat, 'til the mother fuckin snow come 

And it feels so fuckin good 

Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull 

No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches 

Runnin cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune 

Come and get it, automatics in motion 

We bangin for the bread nigga, even the molded 

I got my loaf, I got my toast 

Chaperone of the south, I got my coast. Yea 

And until I die I'm Da. Da Da Da Da. Da BEST RAPPER ALIVE 

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