Warner Chappell Music - Mr. Carter lyrics

[Produced by Infamous and Drew Correa] [Intro: Lil Wayne] Yo, Drew and Inf, this right here is crazy I feel big, you know what I mean? Like not big in the sense of weight You know what I mean? Like gaining weight or nothing like that Like colossal; I heard you were lookin' for me [Hook: Sha-ron Prescott (Lil Wayne)] Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him) Tell me, where have you been? (Around the world now I'm back again) ‘Cause they've been asking They've been searching They've been wondering why [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] To you forever; from me to you I heard somebody say "Church," I'ma need a suit I'ma need a coupe, I won't need a roof Flyer than "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice" I got the flow, I'm trying to see the roof Didn't wear a bulletproof So I got shot and you can see the proof Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth Wonder if Stevie do? But I'ma leave it to God, not Beaver, neither you ‘Cause I'ma murder Y, k** O and even U Man, I got Summer hatin' on me ‘cause I'm hotter than the Sun Got Spring hating on me ‘cause I ain't never sprung Winter hatin' on me ‘cause I'm colder than y'all And I would never, I would never, I would never fall I'm being hated by the seasons So f** y'all who hatin' for no reason [Hook: Sha-ron Prescott] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I been in and out the bank, b**h While y'all a**hole n***as been on the same sh** I flush and watch 'em go down the drain quick Two words you never hear: "Wayne quit!" ‘Cause Wayne win and they lose I call them April babies, ‘cause they fools And when they snooze, we up Feet up, like a parapleguc Or paraplegic? I parallel park In that red-and-yellow thing; old school Atlanta Hawk Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove Now all my Bloods scream "Soo woo and "Da da do" I know my role and I play it well And I weigh it well, on my Libra scale I s** a p**y, f** a p**y, leave it there Long hair, don't even care [Hook: Sha-ron Prescott] [Verse 3: Jay-Z] I'm right here in my chair with my crown And my dear, Queen B, as I share mic time with my heir Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder Is that not why we came? And if not, then why bother? Show no mercy to Murcielago Far from being the ba*tard that Marcy had fathered Now my name's been mentioned with the martyrs The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys And the Marcuses Garvey; got me a molotov co*ktail Flow, even if you box well, can't stop the blows Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room The Dope Boy just came off the spoon Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto- Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe I see Euros, that's right: plural I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go; Young! [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] It's my go, yeah… And I'ma go so opposite of soft Off the richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage Far from average, above status-quo, flow so pro I know, I ride slow and when I pa** They say, "What up, k**a?" Man, stop bringing up my past And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay Z Don't forget Weezy, baby [Hook: Sha-ron Prescott] [Outro: Lil Wayne] And I swear to everything, when I leave this earth It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt And you can try me, f**er, but when I squeeze, it hurt Ahh, we'll lose two lives: yours and mine Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve At the funeral parlor, dripping tears down my sleeve Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve