Lil Wayne — Third Strike

[Intro] I hope you I really hope you I really hope you Didn't think it was gon' be I hope you [Chorus] I hope you didn't think it was gon' be a fist fight, a fair fight Hope you trained for a gun fight, we thug life And we do it for the yellowbones, caramels And them bitches took my cell phone, no paragraphs My whole squad bout that money making, vice versa And just like my girl love, I keep a tight circle Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker Or did I mean an eye catcher? Vice versa Fuck it man, I got too much money, no such thing Top down on the supersonic, the guts clean It's time to let our warts sting, I'm upbeat I'm flier than these motherfuckers with one wing [Verse 1] I'm tired of these motherfuckers, cut strings I'm first string Been saying more shit than the nurse seen since thirteen Don't seem to get why you earthlings observe me It irks me The cleanest shit come dirt cheap I'm dirt deep, to stay awake forever is my worst dream I search scenes to work schemes on the first fiend at first sight You know it's paradise when you see blurred lights You on your third strike [Bridge] Talkin' to myself my homies call me crazy Livin' by myself my mama say I'm lonely Sleepin' by myself my bitches think I'm lyin' Listening to myself cause I'm my favorite artist Dependent on myself, the people call me mighty Defending more than self, the people call me hero I'm good within myself, the people say I'm humble And I'm protecting myself trying to stay away from evil, Lord [Verse 2] Trapping way before they called it trapping Pop a Xanny like a motherfucking Aspirin Got a pocket full of snow, they call me Aspen Got a Phantom full of smoke while you gasping, uh Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock Cause that molly make these broads think they 2Pac The molly make these niggas think they killers The molly give my trigger finger the jitters, Lord I was 15 in a new drop Pulling up on the scene in the school house Make a bad bitch cuss her dude out Wait, I was 15 in a new house Fucking right, bad bitch, nothing nice And she something like my fucking wife But now all we do is fucking fight I feel like a young nigga can't do nothing right But my money right, we alright, yeah [Chorus] Fist fight, a fair fight Hope you trained for a gun fight, we thug life And we do it for the yellowbones, caramels And them bitches took my cell phone, no paragraphs My whole squad bout that money making, vice versa And just like my girl love, I Keep it tight circle Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker Or did I mean an eye catcher? Vice versa Fuck it man, I got too much money, no such thing Top down on the supersonic, the guts clean It's time to let our warts sting, I'm upbeat I'm flier than these motherfuckers with one wing [Outro] I was trapping way before they called it trapping Pop a Xanny like a fucking Aspirin Pocket full of snow, they call me Aspen Phantom full of smoke while you gasping, uh Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock The molly make these hoes think they 2Pac The molly make these niggas think they killers The molly give my trigger finger the jitters It's Tunechi bitch, I do it for the sippers It's Tunechi bitch, I do it for the sippers It's Tunechi bitch, I do it for the strippers I do it for the cocaine whippers, yeah Mula baby TD on the beat Mannie on the beat Yeah