Inkredible

[Intro]

I-I-I-I-Incredible (Incredible, incredible, incredible)

[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]

Tha Truth back, let's get to business

It's something unfamiliar, call it a foreign image

Paint heavily leaking, I guess it wasn't finished

Riding with something freaky, they tell me she the business

The chain clear, stones never cloudy

Sixty racks or better, nigga ask about me

Certified gangsta, bitch don't ever doubt me

Welcome to the streets, you can't get in without me

I'm presidential, Obama painted the fo's black

Chopper in the Chevy, top rolled back

My life a motion picture, bitch I ain't gotta act

I send 'em to your section, nigga hold that

It's raining scattered bullets, too late to run for cover

I drain 'em like Kobe then I evacuate to the gutta

On somethin' that's pokey with looks and a trunk that like to stutter

I rank as the king of the city, it ain't gon be another

[Interlude]

Incredible (Incredible, incredible, incredible)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Uh, I'm sending shots, it's happy hour

I shoot from close range, I'ma need a shower

Brains in the sink, body on the counter

Women and the kids, leave em how I found em

I'm a real nigga, stand still nigga

I'll cut your face, have you lookin like Seal nigga

Then I pull your card, then I deal with you

Gamble with your life, is this your lucky night?

My bitch so fucking right, every night I fuck her twice

Big boy money bitch, pockets on Charlie Wise

Tatted up, I'm scarred for life, tell the cops I know all my rights

Got choppers, I don't mean Harley bikes, drop 'em like a bag of ice

Shades dark, flag bright, wallet chain, chrome horse

Hair to the fucking back, call that shit Rosa Parks

Dr. Carter, man I gave hip-hop open heart

Young Money baby a.k.a Noah's Ark

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]

Incredible (Incredible, incredible, incredible)

Hahaha, and I'm Noah, hahaha

Young Mula baby!

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

My money long, my temper short

My cars foreign, my dick a boss

The guns new, the beef old

It's time to come through, like never before

Liquid C4, look at me ho

Look into my eyes, do you see a C.O.?

I'm talking kilo's, time to reload

Map fout ou deyo – "Shut the fuck up" in Creole

Bitch I'm paid up, get ya weight up

Peel the top back, reel the shades up

I got them automatics so you know I'm automatic

All my auto's automatic, you know that's automatic

What you niggas want to see? Don't get caught in the street

I got G's that'll wait for a quarter key (Nigga)

I'm living nigga (Nigga) fuck the critics nigga (Fuck em)

Shit is serious nigga (Serious) you hear the lyrics nigga (Ricky, nigga)

[Outro]

Incredible (Incredible, incredible, incredible)

Incredible (Incredible, incredible, incredible)