Fly Away

[Intro: DJ Drama]

Ahem

I'd like for you to take this time

And remember where you was

The first time you heard Dedication

If I asked you how many times you've listened to D2

Could you tell me?

Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a Black president

D4 and 5, we got back to business

Y'all done copied the rhymes

Y'all done stole the artwork

Tried to emulate my shit-talkin'

Weezy and Dram' — we are the Mixtape Blueprint

Hahaha! You welcome

A Dedication

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; that's DNA

Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch layin' next to me and bae

Eazy like N.W.A, they make me feel A-OK

Feeling like Tony, "Grr-rr-reat!"; feeling all on me, TSA

She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all over her T&A

She snort all this KKK, and this broad need AAA

Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA

Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat like MMA

I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; that's my DNA

You'll get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H

I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole Xanies straight

I got P's, I got weight, I got ki's, I got gates

I got moonrock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, it's laced

I smoke doobies, don't smoke J's

Don't watch movies, don't go to plays

I watch cuties, porn, and play

I got Uzis on the way

I don't be choosey, I don't be safe

I don't get woozy, I get the waist

My bitch ballin' like Zhané, Erykah Badu with the fade

Capital-WNBA, I just teach her how to save

I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger around her waist

I been dreamin' I caught a body —

That's some sweet dreams, who want a taste?

Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA

That's the land of the Free, it's the home of AJ

Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate

She's gon' take it to the face, like "thin line between love and hate"

I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call that my DNA

All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J

I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods down in the A

I got Bloods everywhere you lay but ain't no blood in my filet

Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like USDA

OMW to your trap, (Blap!), now I'll be On My Way

I got plugs I ain't got to pay, I got shit I ain't got to say

I got cribs way out of state, I ain't got no more pocket space

Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean like I wear a brace

Queens want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace

I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is Grey

Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away

Six shit, (blrrrp)

[Break: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne]

Dedicated

To the culture that Tunechi birthed

To the sons and daughters of Weezy

Y'all niggas still watching a master at work

I already got...

D6

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

I already got the Ganja

I already got the Fanta

All black like Uganda

Hair back like E. Honda, wait

Hardhat like a condom

Your skull crack, then we crowned you

Shark bite to a flounder

Bar fight to a bouncer, wait

All Franks like Sinatra

Face been painted, they ain't never clowned him

Everybody rakin' cash like it's autumn

Y'all boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit

All y'all take a seat on this toilet

Y'all ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and

Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a Harley

Keep bloodsuckers away with the garlic

Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin

Thought about your coffin and started barfin'

Thought about your orphans, how they probably starvin'

Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful

Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like Ricardo

Walkin' 'round like the campus of Harvard

Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter

Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the target

Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the targets

Waitin' on departure, waitin' on a sculpture

Make sure my vultures keep an extra cartridge

And make sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie

My dick is her electric chair, feel the voltage

And her pussy better smell like a orchid

Wetter than a wishin' well, need a quarter

Damn, I wish I was a lil bit taller

Damn, I wish I drank a lil more water

Damn, my weed stank a lil more harder

Damn, I pull up with a redbone, scarlet

With a yellowbone car

Smoke green, that's Marley

Purple and the orange, you seen, that's horror

No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh, F-R-uh

All the Gs in my corner, them boys so warriors

Believe we deserve every leaf in the forest

Ki's and quarters layin' around my headquarters

Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I report her

World on my shoulders but it's lighter than a clover

I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller

System so solar, got white like Crayola

Nut like granola all in your bitch rollers

You never been in jail, I never been in a Corolla

Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan

This is that six shit, the sickness is showin'

The sickness is spreadin', the disease is growin'

The bitches is hoein', the witnesses knowin'

The dollars are torn, they're fishin' for coins

I continue goin', I get to the boar and

I rip off his horns, six in the mornin'

Then I just yawn and forget to mourn and

Give to the star, it's 6, the reward