[Lil Wayne] I’m the truth, why would I lie I walk around this b-tch like a pilot I’m fly (I’m fly) Hello and bye bye, I leave ya’ll ass in the past like tie-dye
Haha 3 blunts and a maitai And I’m so well connected like Wi-Fi haha Me real dread them, they sci-fi And I murdered bill Nye the science guy
I, Do what I do and I do it well I’m an O.G b-tch cant you spell F-ck wrong wit ya’ll I ain’t Marvin gay but I can get it on wit ya’ll
[Brisco] Yeah, uh, bouncing, cant you hear this f-cking beat pounding, i made so much money I aint counting, drinking from a fountain, yeah made a n-gga rich, drug money, cash money, better know we in this b-tch, noting else to do but get high and splurge fountain, swift with the girls, momma say Im so manish, lyrics courtesy if killerhiphop.com and I be all about that beef talk, tell ya ass to get the issue when the heat sparks, oops, my fault, I’ma chill and pop me a pill, yeah I see a lot of p-ssy with the mass in gears, give you n-gga flat lines like Billy … with no turkey how Im posed to tell my pilgrim chill,
[Lil Wayne] Yea microphone C. H. echa no liquor Just pain killas and pro mecha young echas Jump a n-ggas ass like checkers you cant check us or we all in yea face like freckles trunk speckle
Big shark talk I swim when and wherever I walk with a fork in my pocket, salt and peppa Feed me rappers or feed me beats And if you don’t believe me then leave me be,
Haha I am not human I am just an illusion Organized confusion amusing haha I am not losing I am one of the choosen School of the hard knocks I am just a student
[Brisco] yeah I come bad like Michael, no homo, n-ggas screw face so I tend to ride solo, flying in a spur, we fold … windows let down, the barrel get a nose, the stomach beat a hundred round drum, weezy, weezy, Im home till the cows come, the brown paper bag, and notify accountants, scrathing fleas off my balls, I’m sick, since a n-gga got on they jumped on my d-ck, yeah, promoting that sh-t certufied hood, and if I ever go broke, I’ll be all good, promise I’ve been doing this since the … my daddy was a hustla, my brother was a robber, uhh,
[Shanell] click clack walk out a barrel of a lama, in my Jimmy Choos you a fool I am Dharma, Jeffrey, yes me, I don’t know karma, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com only plead the fifth b-tch f-ck your honour, gimme my porscha, gimme my porscha, weezy got his so gimme my portion, run up in a n-gga session this is an extortion, rip you off the track like abortion, pistol bang, grasshopper gang, n-ggas like b-tches right track wrong train, like Cain I cope, like daddy im dope, treat yourself and hope you don’t choke, [End]
As you may have noticed this is an old verse from Weezy but with new artists added.
A lot of artists recycle old verses and put them on new tracks with other artists which hopefully make them better. I however prefer the original “I’m the truth” track with Weezy going hard for the whole song.