Lil Wayne — Lean Back

[Intro] Owwww Young Money in this motherfucker [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] There is no peace I ride 'till there is no wheels Till there is no streets Like where is my piece They dying in them cells or already dead Or tryna kill themselves I rep my niggas, I love my city I feel myself and she feel my wealth So it will not help, I gotta get me And money like pussy and I gotta get deep So I gotta get street cause it's riding on me My niggas can't drive, I got riders with me And nah I ain't into that back and forth chit chat As a matter fact I'mma end that Prone to destruction, home is corrupted Stones in my dungies won't do the justice Them hundred dollar homes is in abundance Hustle on a mountain, hustle in a tundra Get that money or don't function Punctuation exclamation exclamation period That's the way I have to make it S to K, you better take it, idiots period Bullshit, I pity it Them guns shot so loud you would think I MIDI'd it I shot more than once, I'm ab-libing it Oh well you been in hell so what, I live in it I'm giving it all I got for them incentives Riding for them benefits and now it's back to 10 a brick I like 'em thin and thick Really I like 'em thick, high yellow and shit Weezy F Baby [Verse 2: Curren$y] Hot Spitta, nigga, flow so sick Sidekick talkin' to my older bitch I had to leave her, 'cause she was too controlling and shit I'm like "you can't have me, I'm too young for you bitch" They got these niggas in the street tryna [?] That's cool, bring it, I got guns for you son I'm talkin' about 17 other Glocks with the beam Homie, I guarantee that I don't miss Hot Spitta ride slow Two burners on the seat Cops can't get addicted to my grind Bitches stop riches, mami I ain't got time Respect a nigga mind, bitch I'm tryna get my cake They hatin' on me, they don't wanna see me get my shine Gon' make me whack one of them niggas 'cause they fake 745 and I ride for that Uh 'Cause what I hustle for, these niggas try to take But before they run up on me I'ma put it on his mind Then they gon' find his body floatin' in a lake I'm tryna figure out with [?] These niggas mistake my kindness for weakness Ain't nobody sweet bitch Young money YM that street shit Nothin' but heat slick Rockin' you to sleep quick Don't fuck around with the dudes 'Cause I ride around with them tools And I bring the drama to crews You know I keep sick, yeah!