Fly In
Title | Fly In |
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Artist | Lil Wayne |
Album | Tha Carter II |
Release Date | 2005-12-06 |
Description | “Fly in” is the sequel to Tha Carter’s intro track, “Walk In.” This trend started in 2002, when Weezy started off 500 Degreez with “Fly Talkin.” This song is continued at the end of this album with “Fly Out.” Two other songs on the album, “Carter II” and “Fly Out,” use the same beat. |
Lyrics | [Intro] So they ask me "Young boy What you gon' do the second time around? How you gon' come back?" I tried told 'em "I come back like 32 I jump back like 33" Ugh, hit me That's nothing This is Tha Carter II, people This is Tha Carter II, people Hey [Verse] They call me Mr. Carter, I kissed the daughter Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father Spilled the heart of a mildew hater I will put them body on chill like glaciers, gracias I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious Going against me is atheist I got my angels on my shoulder and a quarter of that angel dust I ain't sniffing, I'm just pitching, your honor I ain't snitching, your honor Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power Vacate when that kitchen get hotter I just sit on the counter Open the cabinet, close the cupboard Put that jar in the skillet, drop a four in the bubbles I remember being young, tryna hustle my dope Tryna tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap Tryna tell you 'fore you jump that my MAC ain't broke You ain't tryna see how far that black back lane go, no Call me Pac-Man, your ghost is blue I got my Red River rubies and my ocean blue jewelry Usually I'm a hooligan for the money Yeah, I'm eating, but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh Make harm and I bomb you in public Hit you with the straight-arm, no warning, nothing Look, it's morning, no yawning or nothing I ain't sleeping, I'm up tryna take a nigga lunch You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts Then shake a nigga shorts and we taking what we want I'm so 504, you got to kill me here If you ever looking for me, bitch, I will be here Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here Lot of niggas ran from me, but I still be here No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental Crack the Phil', crack the roof, and roll up the windows And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home That's why I holler Hollygrove on each and every song You leaping at a dog, a dog with no bark Just a bite like an old shark And all you rich niggas know Pa, I'm talking 'bout Stunna He like, "Keep your dough," he got your ho And the sun shines on the king and sets on the prince I met the Birdman and I been shining ever since, like thatYou might also like |