Lil Wayne — In a Cell

[Intro] Cut the music up please Man [Verse 1] I'm so fucked up, you have no idea I smoke that La La La, it's music to my ears All my niggas is wasted, got guns on they waist She don't use Pro-Active, she put Cum on her face I'm a real nigga first, I'm a bitch nigga never Shawty suck me dry, I'm talkin' dry like a dessert Nigga get off my dick, bitch, get on my level I don't gas these hoes, take your foot off the pedal Man, I be on my dick, 'bout to break my neck Shout Nyjah Huston, Stevie Will, Ryan Sheck' Papa got the TEC, it can get technical Pimp shit, never, put the pussy on a pedestal Niggas out of shape, I'm just bein' geometrical Tunechi, leave 'em bitches behind like residue New Orleans, where we turn a funeral into a festival Young Money, long money, it ain't even measurable I'm stuntin', uh, like my daddy She give me neck, uh, Peyton Manning Yeah, I press a button, uh, and lose my roof I'm spittin' blood shit like I lost a tooth, uh [Chorus] I went from sittin' in a cell To sittin' on a jet From shittin' in a cell To shittin' on a jet I made too much money, I ain't make enough yet So I scratch, and yes, junior is the best [Verse 2] Man, all these bitches and niggas still hatin' My homies got that weight and I ain't talkin' 'bout patience Man, we be on some other shit, kidnap your mother shit And we smoke that strong like the weed got muscles, bitch I'm Tunechi, got what you need I got some cocaine and some California weed Them bitches jockin', niggas hatin', drunk off Gin and Socko If he keep on talkin' shit, I'll knock the meat out his taco And I ain't playin', I got killers with me, ain't got no squealers with me And the back of the milk carton say my ceiling's missing And now my vision blurry and I'm with kissin' cousins I'll make 'em rob you masked up, you think them bitches muslims Scoob filmin' it, smooth criminal I'ma prince, nigga, you Arsenio We pick you off and bounce, that's the pick and roll Crème de la crème, de la criminal T, where you at? Make the blunt fat Young Money that special team, run the punt back Yeah, that's me in that 'Gatti with the hump back I'll stick my thumb in her pussy with a thumbtack [Chorus] Sittin' in a cell (Woah) To sittin' on a jet From shittin' in a cell To shittin' on a jet I lost too many homies and I won too many bets So I scratch, and yes, junior is the best, uh-huh [Outro] Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh