Lil Wayne - Fly Away lyrics

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

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 NWA, 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 kis
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)

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

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
Kis 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