I Am Not A Human Being Lyrics - I'm Not A Human Being - Lil Wayne

I am not a human being 

Pussy for lunch, pop all the balloons and spit in the punch 

Yeah, kush in the blunts 

I ride through your block see a foot in the trunk 

I don't know why they keep playing, they better re-plan 

I'm giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland 

Together we stand and fall on y'all 

Balling with my Bloods, call it b-ball 

These days ain't shit, Young Money is 

I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers 

Come through, coupe same color as veneers 

And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers! 

Now I'm back on my grizz 

And y'all's a bunch a squares like a mothafuckin' grid 

Shit, fuck with me and get hit 

I finger-fuck the Nina, make the bitch have kids 

Just do it? My nigga, I just did 

Name a mothafucka deeper than me, bitch dead 

You dig? This here is big biz 

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And I scream fuck it's whoever it is 

I am the Rhyming Oasis 

I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it 

I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing 

I thank God that I am not basic 

(I am not basic, I am not a human being) 

Rockstar baby 

Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby 

Rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy 

It's the mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese 

Heater close range, cause people are strange 

But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained 

You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane 

I'm running this shit hundred yard gain 

Swag on infinity, I'm killing em 

See the white flag from the enemy 

Shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories 

Father forgive me for my brash delivery 

I will try you, I wouldn't lie dude 

I must be sticky cause them bitches got their eyes glued 

Young Money baby, we the shit like fly food 

Y'all can't see us like the bride's shoes 

I stand tall like I'm mothafuckin' 9'2" 

Photos 

I scream motherfuck you and whoever design you 

And if you think you hot, then obviously you are lied to 

And we don't die, we multiply and then we come divide you 

I am the Rhyming Oasis 

I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it 

I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing 

I thank God that I am not basic 

(I am not basic, I am not a human being) 

Reporting from another world 

Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl 

Bless got the weed rolling thicker than a Southern girl 

Strong-arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls 

Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock 

And if this ain't hip hop, it must be knee hop 

I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop 

I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop 

Spitting that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock 

And my money on etcetera... three dots 

Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops 

You better run mothafucka, cause we not 

You better run 'til your feet stop 

You ain't even on a fucking alphabet in my tea pot 

Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top 

And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop 

I am the Rhyming Oasis 

I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it 

I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing 

I thank God that I am not basic 

(I am not basic, I am not a human being)