Lil Wayne – I Am Not A Human Being

Music video by Lil

I am not a human beingUhh, pussy for lunchPop all the balloons and spit in the punchYeah, kush and the bluntsI ride through your block see a foot in the trunkI don’t know why they keep playinI better replay ‘emGiving them the blues Bobby “Blue” BlandTogether we stand and fall on y’allBallin’ with my bloods, call it b-ballThese days ain’t shit Young Money isGot mars bars three musketeersCome through coupe same colour as veneersAnd you know I’m riding with the toast, cheers!Now I’m back on my grizzAnd y’all’s a bunch a squares like a motherfucking gridShit fuck with me and get hitShhhit I finger fuck the nina make the bitch have kidsJust do it my nigga I just didName a motherfucker deeper than me bitch didYa dig, this here is big biz and I scream fuck itWhoever it is

I am the Rhyming OasisI got a cup of ya time I wont waste itI got my foot on the line I’m not racin’I thank God that I am not basicI am not basicI am not a human being

Ughh, I’m rockstar babyNow come to my suite and get lockjaw babyRich nigga lookin at the cops all crazyIt’s the mob shit nigga Martin ScorseseHeater close range, cuz people are strangeBut I bet that AK 47 keep you ordanedYou can’t see weezy nor wayneIm in the far lane, im running this shit – hundred yard gainUhhh, swag on infinityIm killing em, see the white flag from the enemyShoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memoriesFather forgive me for my brash deliveryI will try you, I wouldnt lie dudeI must be sticky cuz them bitches got their eyes gluedYoung money baby we the shit like fly foodYall cant see us – like the bride shoes.I stand tall like a muthafuckin 9’2I scream motherfuck you and whoever design youAnd if you think you hot then obviously you are lied toAnd we dont die, we multiply and then we come divide you.

I am the Rhyming OasisI got a cup of ya time I wont waste itI got my foot on the line I’m not racin’I thank god that I am not basicI am not basicI am not basicI am not basicI am not a human being

Reporting from another worldMagazine full of bullets you can be my cover girlNess go the weed thicker than a southern girlStrong arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curlsRock star biatch, check out how we rockAnd if this aint hip hop it must be knee hopIm higher than a tree topShe lick my lollipopI still get my candy from your girlfriends sweet shopSpitting that he rock im smooth not Pete RockAnd my money on etcetera – 3 dotsStill get a stomach ache every time I see copsYou better run mothafucka, cuz we notYou better run till your feet stopYou aint even on a fucking alphabet in my tea potColder than a ski shopHolding on to the top, and even if I let go I still wont G-rock

I am the Rhyming OasisI got a cup of ya time I wont waste itI got my foot on the line I’m not racin’I thank God that I am not basicI am not a human being