Sportscenter

Cover my tracks like butter so where da bread be

I see beef as dead meat

Who dat, the president yea me,

no one scare me

And you ain't gotta double dare me, hear me

Loud and clearly, rats aren't near me

Wire tap niggas get blood in the earpiece

I'm from New Orleans, nowhere near peace

Pure beast,

fear free,

dear grief

Catch up bitch, I'm in gear three,

zoom,

gone,

see ya,

peace,

drop one finger

Fuck a man whoever made him

I will hurt whoever love him cause I hate him

Looking for a lady, high and sedated

Got her to the pad I don't know a nigga made it

She gave me relations so now we related

The morning comes, the picture faded

I'm waited on my turn to burn, can I get a light

Little dog, bigger bike

Jackson 5, Little Mike

Can I get a mic or a mic and a half

Thank the source owner, shoutout to the editors staff

I'm all grown so much better with math

I'm need a spread in the Forbes taking a benjamin bath

I'm servin this track like Steffi Graf

Roger Federer, there's no competitors

Niggas know my rhetoric, bitch know my preference

Young GOD baby all you other niggas reverends

Sittin in my big house, surrounded by my weaponry

I keep them away like I got leprosy

Chopper right next to me, loaded up with Pepper seeds

Got an extra clip but that's only for my especially's

This is especially for you,

disrespect a nigga game, what kinda referee is you?

Swallow ya whistle, make a nigga ride with the pistol

Cause the fakest niggas ride with the pistol

Even if I die old, I'ma die with the pistol

If you stand over my body, I'll probably kill you

Not really, Weezy da realest

I wear a lot of bathin ape cause I be with gorillas

He what they talkin bout, topic of the conversation,

Product of determination

Stop playin you are not up in my situation

I get money like a caucasian

The car red so the car cajun, stop hatin

Ya'll ballers I'ma sports agent

Wait a minute, let me translate it

It's Weezy, not the fatha' motherfuckin baby