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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Guthrie Govan
Guthrie Govan
Guitar
Harry Ritson
Harry Ritson
Keyboards
Richard Adlam
Richard Adlam
Keyboards
Steve Lee
Steve Lee
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Hacker
Stephen Hacker
Songwriter
Jermaine Preyan
Jermaine Preyan
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Commission
The Commission
Producer
Michael “BANGER” Cadahia
Recording Engineer
Edward "JewFro" Lidow
Edward "JewFro" Lidow
Assistant Recording Engineer
STREETRUNNER
STREETRUNNER
Additional Producer
Alexander Dilliplane
Alexander Dilliplane
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer

Letra

I, I see you with your palms in your pants But me, me, oh me, I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker, yeah I, I see you with your palms in your pants But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger (yeah) I'm a critical thinker (yeah) I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker I know your name, yeah Your name is unimportant We in the belly of the beast, yeah And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn Uh, I woke up this morning, dick rock hard Ashed my blunt in my Grammy Award You can save your bullshit on your memory card If this real nigga business, then you niggas unemployed Jumped on the celly, called Makavelli He says he was gravy, I say I was jelly Looked in the mirror, said "You's an ill nigga" Then I ran to the money like track and field nigga Now I think I'll have me a coffee with six sugars In a world full of ass-kissers and dick pullers I'm tryna walk a straight line but the line crooked I'm shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge bullets Yeah, I bought a brand new attitude The hate is music to my ears, I got my dancin' shoes Sometimes we question shit that there is no answer to But I just built a house on "I Don't Give a Fuck Avenue" I, I see you with your palms in your pants But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger (yeah), I'm a critical thinker (yeah) I'm a hell of a smoker (yeah) and a bit of a drinker (hey) I know your name, yeah Your name is unimportant, yeah We in the belly of the beast, yeah And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn Down on the ceiling, looking up at the bed Life is a gamble, better check the point spread And when life sucks, I just enjoy the head I'm so sick of these niggas, I need meds Uh, smoking on a hallelujah, thank you Jesus Help me focus on the future and not the previous Double R, I'm a rebel with a reason Sometimes you gotta fight the devil with a demon Blood is in the streets and it is up to my knees Underground shit, I see myself as a seed Living in the glass, and everybody's looking But how can you get the picture, if you don't know who took it This current affairs, but who the hell cares? Everybody's fighting over positions, musical chairs On the road to redemption, you gonna use a few spares I'm just fucking ready so I come prepared I know your name, yeah Your name is unimportant, yeah We in the belly of the beast, yeah And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air Life is a rollercoaster, but still unfair A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes But since it is in disguise, we don't know that it's there And I, see you with your palms in your pants But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker I know your name As it is, shawty
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Jermaine Anthony Preyan, Stephen Hacker, Alan Maman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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