Lil Wayne – Dedicate Lyrics



[Intro: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz]
If it wasn’t for Wayne, it wouldn’t be
You tatted your face
Bugatti, new boo
You screamed suu whoop
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You bought a Bugatti, so you can flex
Most of the bad bitches your ex

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
New subject, new paper, new Class, new school
New buddies, new haters, new ass, new boobs
Much later, too soon, too bad, too cool
Too hot, too lit, too high to move
Two eyes to view, but too blind to bloom
Who lied to you?
Two middle fingers that’s up high to whom
It may consume, kaboom, goddamn
Who knew that I am the guru with voodoo
That sued you to high hell
With shooters that shoot through the iron man
And see through the con man and now he a dyin’ man
I turned a goddamn into a God’s Plan
Go over the diagram and get to the job, man
Watch for the spycam
Sit back and watch and do not watch your watch hand
Give me some time, man, I am the bomb, man
I’m gon’ swim ’til I come out on dry land not on the fryin’ pan
No we did not land on Plymouth Rock
But it landed on our land, now I’m just buyin’ land
Back to the block where they got more rock fans
Than a fuckin’ rock band under a rock, man
We need Barack, man, I do what I can
To keep it solid as a you know what I’m sayin’
With some rock playin’

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
You tatted your face and changed the culture (you changed)
You screamed suu whoop and them gangsters loved you (yeah, yeah)
You bought a Bugatti so you could flex (so you can flex)
And most of the bad bitches your ex

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I started this shit, you just part of this shit
I’m the heart of this shit, and the heart doesn’t skip
Take the heart of yo’ bitch, ’cause like Bart, you a simp
And your water don’t drip so your garden ain’t shit
You just countin’ the money, I’m drownin’ in money
Like, “Where the fuck is the lifeguard in this bitch?”
I go Mars in this bitch, watch me orbit and shit
For the art of this shit, Andy Warhol and shit
Go retarded as shit, you go sweet tangy
I go tart on this shit, I’ma barf on this shit
I’m a martian and shit, you a offerin’, lil’ bitch
If I taught you some shit, that’s like Harvard, lil’ bitch
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit but you softer than shit
Walk it like you talk it, now you walkin’ in shit
I go Marvel movie on some marvelous shit
In the spotlight too long should be darker than this
This is Tha Carter, lil’ bitch

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
You tatted your face and changed the culture (you changed)
You screamed suu whoop and them gangsters loved you (yeah, yeah)
You bought a Bugatti so you could flex (so you can flex)
And most of the bad bitches your ex

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I started this shit, they borrowed this shit
I thought of this shit, they thought it was it
I’m doggin’ this shit, they bark and they sit
Put a fork in that shit, which straw to look in
I brought in this shit, the starters get benched
The artists get sent, then targets get hit
Billion dollar smile
I sell myself short if I grin, I’m bargainin’ then
Apartments and shit, I could park in this shit
In the foreign car that I could talk to and shit
With a cultural bitch I can talk to and shit
‘Bout the culture and shit, how I altered this shit

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
All of that shit, just tha Carter lil’ bitch

[Outro: Lil Wayne, 2 Chainz & Barack Obama]
You changed, suu whoop (you tatted your face)
Bugatti, new boo (you screamed “Suu whoop”)
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tunechi
(If it wasn’t for Wayne, it wouldn’t be)
They might think they’ve got a pretty good jump shot, or a pretty good flow. But our kids can’t all aspire to be LeBron or Lil Wayne!



Deniro Farrar – Gentrification



[Interlude]
It’s called gentrification
It’s what happens when the property value of a certain area is brought down
Huh? You listening?
To bring the property value down
They can buy the land at a lower price
Then they move all the people out
Raise the property value
And sell it at a profit

[Hook: Deniro Farrar x2]
I’m just a boy from the hood
I feel like Furious Styles
Gentrification in our ghetto this nation is ours
We built this shit
Yeah, yeah we built this shit

[Verse 1: Deniro Farrar]
Losing our ghetto but we don’t even know it
Only use the curb for the liquor we pawn
Nigga got shot now it’s time to mourn
Is what it is baby life move on
Gotta love struggle cause it made me strong
Whole Foods in the hood now the rent got raised
But I’m still living off minimum wage
Nigga can’t even afford to stay
Next thing you know they gon’ own the block
Shit too high for the mom and pop
Stores we was raised on on the block
Now we gotta make way for a coffee shop
Can’t take shit so they buy the land
Living next door to the fireman
And a couple with a dog but they don’t even speak
Walking round acting like they better than me
Cause they make six figures with a college degree
I grew up around Hades and apartments to me
Steady jacking up the price but you gotta be cheap?
Motherfuckers ain’t fooling me
I love my skin and I love my soul
We was all slaves that’s the lie they told
We started out kings with diamonds and gold
But they took our shit baby ain’t that cold?

[Hook: Deniro Farrar x2]
I’m just a boy from the hood
I feel like Furious Styles
Gentrification in our ghetto this nation is ours
We built this shit
Yeah, yeah we built this shit

[Verse 2: Deniro Farrar]
Where we gon’ live if it ain’t the hood?
Can’t move up cause a nigga poor
Still in a recession and the jobs is low
Only other option is slang some blow
Three strike rule better think again
Kicking us out and they moving in
Pushing us all to the side of the city
Full of liquor stores and the water’s shitty
School fucked up they don’t teach the kids
Bout who they is or what we did
Alien ain’t build them pyramids
We the ones started the beauty supply
People bought it out now prices are high
Everything around me gentrified
Better wake up nigga open your eyes
Go and get high then you eat Popeyes
But there ain’t enough time to lay on our side
Cross they fingers cause they hope we die
Must’ve forgot we was born to survive
Only in the hood when you need a vote
Or fucking our women in exchange for dope
Same old shit it ain’t changing though
Feeling like God my only hope

[Hook: Deniro Farrar x2]
I’m just a boy from the hood
I feel like Furious Styles
Gentrification in our ghetto this nation is ours
We built this shit
Yeah, yeah we built this shit

[Interlude]
We are African
And we happen to be in America
We’re not American
We are a people who formerly were African who were kidnapped and brought to America
We didn’t land on Plymouth Rock
The rock was landed on us