Dedication 2

Dedication 2 Alright I think y'all ready this time Y'all know what I come here for Call me the iPod King Call me Mr. Thanksgiving (Dedication 2, that's right) Call me whatever the fuck you want (you already-) Wake up motherfuckers it's Weezy, you got a problem? Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbing Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin AK on the backseat, baby it's so- Wake up motherfuckers it's Weezy, you got a problem? Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbing Shiny, black coupe at night look like a goblin AK on the backseat, baby, it's so vibrant Watch me let it spray like a hydrant, can't dodge it You're not getting wet in the rain is not logic She won't give that pussy to Wayne, I'm so obliged, just Live and direct from inside of your bitch body And, hi, there hoe, what do you know? I'm riding In the same streets my pops died in, I got 'em and I get that money tell my momma I'm grinding And I'll be coming home with our future in my pocket Shoot you if you block it, leave a nigga awkward Murder the adults and let the kids get adopted Sit it in the pot and watch me rise to power Getting out 20 American pies an hour Goddamn, excuse ma'am, but I'm the man And you better put my money in my hand, stop playing Got ends, no friends, just brothers, one color And I spread the motherfucker all over your room shutters Yeah, they knew better, I'm two letters I'm like M.J and 2-3 and O.G, yeah, I'm low-key 'Cause niggas and bitches is police I roll leaf, patching up the game's slow leak, I'm Weezy, baby Lemme catch my breath Okay Pussy-ass, pussy-ass, hold on, pussy-ass, pussy Pussy-ass niggas, fake fraud-ass niggas Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass niggas Them broads laugh at you, them niggas won't kill you And them niggas that's with you, could die right with you I'll be shooting everything up in my eyesight mister I say, "I might miss you, but lil' FeFe gon' hit you And lil' Currensy'll split you, Mack Maine'll straight flip you Let Taz Po ship you, then we all forget you" I'm sittin' in the kitchen, like, "How can we all get richer?" Got paint on my hands from painting the perfect picture Then, I tell lil' Josh, "Roll up the perfect Swisher" Goddamn the hurricane, to the weed man, we miss ya I'm the best, just listen, I ain't what the game been missing Ask my nigga Juelz, I been here since 12 Ten shells, let 'em save themselves Fuck them niggas and their pals, pow, pow