Lil Wayne – Fly Out

Highly celebrated American hip-hop and rap music creator, Lil Wayne introduces another acclaimed song which is titled “Fly Out”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Tha Carter II” was officially released on 1 January 2005.

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LYRICS

We’re here

I said we’re here

The back of Tha Carter, yeah

The back of Tha Carter

Two, uh

Yeah

This here is

The end of Tha Carter Two, people

Hey, yeah

I got the game on ball and chain

I threw the key in the drain, I’m like a key in a drought

I spent a G on these frames, but my vision is priceless

Seeing through you niggas like a fucking psychic

Hearing through the grapevine, niggas wanna hate mine

Say my name and die in the daytime

You catch my drift, man, you better be Peyton

Boy, the heat’s on, they’re making peace bonds

I’m in this bitch throwing up the “17th” sign

Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times

That Tec-11, AK-47, one Beretta

Ready for whatever, tell them pussy niggas, “Come together”

Heavy better, nigga, super-soaker wet a nigga

Six feet under flowers, you ain’t nothing but a petal, nigga

I’m just a little nigga trying to be a civil nigga

Thirty-years-old, shit, that’ll be a given, nigga

Quit it, Wayne, your Mom is listening

But she ain’t really tripping ’cause the pots is pissed in

Them niggas tripping until the shots whistling

Hear them bullets hissing like a cobra at attention

I got a bitch and quit calling women bitches

As long as she don’t worry ’bout the coke in the kitchen

No preventing the grind, I gotta get it

I’m admitted to the game, true player, no quitting

There you go shitting on the way a nigga thinking

Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin

And since the future ain’t promised to no one

I live every day like this is the sure one

Trade in the tidal wave, this is the ocean

Stand in that heat ’til the motherfucking snow come

And it feels so fucking good

Throw my dope like a rope, let ’em tug and pull

No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches

Running ‘cross the porch, in the attic there’s a fortune

Come and get it, automatics in motion

We’re banging for the bread, nigga, even the molded

I got my loaf, I got my toast

Chaperone of the South, I got my coast

Yeah, and until I die

I’m the, the-the, the-the, the Best Rapper Alive