Lil Wayne — I Cant Feel My Face

[Intro] Yeah Uh-huh The fuck was I thinking? Drought 3, bitch Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt What you know 'bout it? You dig? Weezy's the name, money's the game Already [Verse 1] Hardbody, motherfucker, got the heart of a killer Young God in the building, 'bout to start a religion 'Bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missiles Bring 'em straight to your block and go to war with you bitches If you hit the head, then the rest fall in position Shoot a nigga on his porch, and make him fall in his kitchen Copped a big-boy Porsche with all the specifics And I keep that torch, baby—call me "Olympics" Red, white, blue pill, flip my skills like gymnasts And never give a bitch money, blood, or kidneys When the gun goes "Pow," I be at the finish With my medal 'round my neck, autograph on my tennis The land of the murder, dope, crack, and syringes Pull up on you in the coupe—how fat is your engine? Never talk to those that sat on the benches Boy, I was in the game on fourth-and-inches These niggas want the business, I'ma give these boys the business See you fucking with the boy that tote toys before Christmas Got all these hoes tripping, got all these hoes stripping And we ain't P$C, but them bitches know we tipping I just bought a pint and ain't none of y'all sippin' Make my friends buy they own—fuck, I'm tired of bein' friendly Ain't gotta lie just to try to be wit me Bitches up in Heaven waiting that done died to be with me I'm crazy for being Wayne, or is Wayne just crazy? I been around, I'm still around, like them Geico cavemen Hairpin trigger—no, I won't shave it I spot hip-hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it The South is so dirty, bitch, you can't bathe it Hollygrove, dog, and I feel like matin' Baby girl, your pussy lookin' so vacant And it's "Fuck you" and "Fuck Georgia Bush," not Macon Fuck "waist-deep," I'm in over my head But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm good like Meagan Your girl wants me to come 'round her like Reagan Your boyfriend is softer than the carton the eggs in I don't fear nothing but God and weddings At the top of my paper, like I'm starting a heading My homie, Santana—yeah, that's my ace But you may know us as "I Can't Feel My Face" [Interlude] Yeah Weezy, bitch! Don't give a fuck about you at all! I'm paid Been that way for a long time Looks like I'ma die like that 'Cause if I ain't, I'ma just die Haha [Verse 2] Yeah! See, they don't know where I came from But they know where I'm goin' And I'ma tell you just how the top feels when I'm on In the game I'm no cheetah, I'm a tiger, I'm a cougar I'm a panther, I'm a Bengal: Ochocinco I'm illy, shirt softer than Gillie In a pair of Gucci flops, feeling freer than Willie When them niggas left I, it got a little bit chilly But I just let it burn like the end of the Philly—Weezy!