Weezy! (Chorus) (Verse 2) My grill is gangsta, my aim is money The championship is beautiful but the game is ugly They say feed the hungry, but these bitches is greedy But I'm awfully gifted
My childlike creativity, purity and honesty Is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts Reality is catchin' up with me Takin' my inner child, I'm fighting for it, custody With these
draw heat together Since I made the connection with the big man I done got big plans to be a little nigga in the big land Ghetto star, presidential all gift
to a handful of niggaz That be all schemin' on the same wallet Them type niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin' Shit happens, gun clap for you in a gift
for her, present the gift without the curse Her pleasure is my purpose, pleasure to be at your service We front row at fashion shows, as well as Sunday morning service For better days or for
fleet Y'all sour me, my summers sweet Kiss my mother feet Hate just makes chop em as they creek Life forever sweet Life's a gamble and I play for keeps
Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse He's married to the game, like a fuck-you for Christmas His gift
trips overseas All these things really don't mean a thing When I'm tearin' that ass up, workin' you like a shift I give it to you like a gift You hear
dude To take his dollars to give gifts at the projects These dudes is all politics, depositin' checks They put in they pocket, all you get in return is a lotta lip An' y'all
made a great escape Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus N*ggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y'all
funny, mama? Only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus Niggas gather around, got gifts for each and all of y'all Take
As the will to help all man And the children of the crucified Will be better off, better dead But all this senseless killing And all these chains and
Let me know I'm moving on Vision is racing so fast, I can't stop myself Chasing the reason for all kinds of wondering People embracing these feelings of limbo Just waiting for
best of all time Busta Bust for short, for some better know me Bust' Rhymes (What's good?) Maintainin (same here, just smashin) (How the fam?) They all
If y'all niggas fear me just say y'all fear me Fuck all these fairy tales Go to hell, this is God engineerin' This is a Hail Mary pass, y'all interferin
no more lists, send no more gifts What I really want for Christmas What I really want for Christmas What I really want at Christmas time Is peace tonight, peace for all
Cartier when you open up the door, slide these on baby So butter, still relate to the gutter Just your lifestyle's different, spirit uplifted Fell in love with a cat who's gifted
if it get you mad It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison Rappers only talk about KI's, it's all poison How could you call yourself
