And I'm just lightin' up my, la And I'm just lightin' up my, la Yea, yea, yea, 1, 7 Cash money, young money
Born in New Orleans, raised in New Orleans I will forever remain faithful New Orleans I thank you New Orleans, thank you Holygrove That's been my hood since a snotty nose
I come trough the hood suicidal doors I use to come through the hood on the handle bars Gat in my draws, money in my pocket Crack in my jaws, I hope it don't dissolve
And you know I'm duckin' 5, 0 and my moms Young and quick to go off like car alarms Now the youngin' keep his mind on the Parmesan Them other niggas ain't eatin' like a romadon
Spit the shit that make ya feel it in yo' chromosomes Got my the money put my whole damn corner on Young Carter part 3 on the corner store Eagle street, keep it goin' 'til homasome
And I'm just lightin' up my, la And I'm just lightin' up my, la And I'm just lightin' up my, la And I'm just lightin' up my, la
And I'm just lightin' up my, la And I'm just lightin' up my, la Can I kick it?
Can I kick my story to y'all? My glory in God My faith in my flow I pray that I go where no other rapper has And when you're rappin' as vivid as I And limited as the sky so I study B.I
I bang Tupac, I hum Aaliyah And soldier slim was a leader Who am I not to follow greatness? I give these mc's hell like they all atheists
Tell them hatin' niggas one like they in the matrix And tell the cops I can buy my own bracelets I'm a can keep the paper running like a pair of aces Used to sport the Gucci bucks nigga no laces
Striped polo, five pocket girbaud Mama got a two totter, I'm rockin' dolo I used to have the starter jacket with the logo And the hat, me myself had the no, that's the saints nigga
And I'm just lightin' up my, la And I'm just lightin' up my, la Can I kick it?
It's Lil' Wayne and I'm a shine in da rain Na, nothing gets clear without me signing my name I'm just head lining da game Won't quit till I'm a rod and da game
They ridin' da bench, they not and da game I misplaced the key to da lock and chain My spot remain like a bleach stain or cranberry It's murder she wrote like Angela Lanceberry
I remember being small mane New toys when my momma won a card game Got my gifts before Christmas Didn't have to wait for them
I had a 10 speeder scooter and a skateboard (Ha, haa) And we moved to the suburbs Me and lil' Toya Johnson was love birds, aw man And I swear, I feel born again I'm in da building like da audience