Lil Wayne - Miseducation lyrics

Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (Ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, i might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than fifty when we slide, you know them riders rough (Riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag, then we might tie him up Remember we was fu*ked up, walkin' simply, we ain't have enough (We ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake, these ni**as hatin', they was mad at us (They was mad at us) Through the dark, hoodie on, like I'm Trayvon (Like I'm Trayvon) I got shooters like the hoopers in my hood, like Canon (Like Canon) Playin' victim, you know what you did, why you play dumb? Crazy thing, my ni**as knew about it, they ain't say nothin' (They ain't say nothin') This Percocet gon' get me higher (Higher) I got to sleep and get to talkin' to Lerayah (Lerayah) She said, “Relax, my brodie, I've been sendin' my love” You tryna kill yourself, there's no result to fire Feed your soul like Lauryn Hill and some Wyclef Pray to the Lord, He give me guidance in the right steps (The right steps) My shorties wild and they get live up in the night, yeah (The night, yeah) I'm from the darkness, baby, I'm so used to nightmares (Feed your soul) Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (Ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, i might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than fifty when we slide, you know them riders rough (Riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag, then we might tie him up Remember we was fu*ked up, walkin' simply, we ain't have enough (We ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake, these ni**as hatin', they was mad at us (They was mad at us) Yeah, I'm on the pill, kinda Lauryn Hill On the real, my G-Wagon came with sixteen uncle wheels Born to kill, beef like gang, put that on my tears On my lear jet airplane, tryna pop my ears Poppin' off'll get you popped for real, you know you not for real You faker than some shiny .. And if it's smoke, it's just a fire drill I've been lying still, in the jungle even lions chill I make a giant kneel I heard Heaven need some volunteers, that's what I've been hearin' Hit your momma crib, like your momma feared From the bottom of my heart, my heart so bottomless, baow I'll knock your top off, son Ready or not, here I come (Feed your soul) Tunechi Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (Ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, i might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than fifty when we slide, you know them riders rough (Riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag, then we might tie him up Remember we was fu*ked up, walkin' simply, we ain't have enough (We ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake, these ni**as hatin', they was mad at us