MOG

I'll address them like P.O. Boxes
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
We ain't runnin', we don't hide sayin' fuck the other side

You ain't gotta shoot 'em 'cause I already shot 'em

I hear 'em but they talking under mass
All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
Around here and this here is The Carter
Yeah, you still in The Carter II people, hey yeah
Don't get caught on it, this the dailiest grind

Look around, we at war and you still in preparation
You gotta know that paper
I'll put your heart on it and walk on it
Feds walls with my pictures on 'em
We so out of it, zero tolerance
I'm riding for them reparations, no patience
Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
Career crook, get your career took

No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass
Better play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
The chalks only for the art homie
Bitch cheer, camouflage gear, the hunter's here

Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your sock a drip
That's Cash Money, honey pie
Slow paper is better than no paper
If you got it from a caper, you gotta blow that paper
How they trace ya after I erase ya
I don't do too much posin', got a cool killer look
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass

Don't strip, you might fall and bust your ass

Still The Carter II people, still The Carter II people
I'm wealthy, still fuckin' wit that block shit

Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama
Gotta know that photo phobia, no Kodak moments
And I ain't gotta get 'em 'cause I already got 'em
Fast money don't last too long, you gotta pace it
But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
I'm back like a briezeer hook
Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook
On the head at the bottom

A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems