Dec. 4th

[Verse 1] The people asking me, "Wayne, what's crackalacking?" I can't, kid I ain't smelling out my ass, mama, I ain't shit But you can't tell my mama that I ain't the shit And if you talk about my mama bet I'm all in your shit All of the things go to my mama 'cause she brought me in this And ever since I never miss her, never called in sick I go to work, I don't quit, mama taught me this "You go berserk for that crib, baby boy, don't slip" I'll murk you for them chips and make Frito Lay I'm trying to come up on the fortress, split it 3-4-ways Hey - Mama say, "don't let 'em see your page Don't let 'em copy you off your paper, let 'em see yo' ok And you ain't gotta do nothing but be your age" But mama how can I? I will be so paid She kept me with money, I keep her with money, she like "Long as you investin' in something", I'm invested in her I got my weight up [Verse 2] Pops passed, I had to get off my ass Had to put it in little bags and get off my grass Nigga coming at me sharp my ass I'm just trying to play my part like Cass', smart like Taz I used to carry off-white like cash Now I tote handguns like bags Ain't too much changed Still pitch and give 'em a split or a change up I never up and change, I just get my change up I'm greasy with the game Joe Casey gave me; I'm an animal And niggas hate me like rabies But niggas taste this and lick nuts like ladies I get ape quick and hit up like I get I deflate the game and insert my dick That mean I fuck the game, so fuck the game I grind to the money, say fuck the game Man, niggas wonder why I got out, I won the game I'm a champion [Verse 3] And when I got paid, I gave back what I owed So don't be mad when you see me in the Maybach or the Rolls Making haters taste crack when I'm attacking the roads Sitting so far back with the seat, I'm in the trunk with the coke You know what's under the seat, I got the Combat 4 Gave a nigga one, bet he don't come back no more Nope - it's Weezy F and the 'F' is for flow I spit blood on a track, call me Dracula dough I get it sacking, act like I came back from coke Not guilty or Jesus, let Rabbit go Wow, that's my daddy if ya'll ain't know And I love him with every second my hard day go Buck - remember when the bullet caught lil' bro? Who you think got that blood up off that flo'? Who you think made that boy come off so cold? How you think that young boy come off so old? I miss you pops