Tag: Young Mula


Lil Wayne – Vizine Lyrics


[Chorus]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Verse 1]
My scene just a crime scene
Got the high beams and the sirens, yeah
My team we could buy teams
Talking dirty money? Check the hygienes
All the dirty money get dry cleaned
Talking dirty money, say I’m rasting
All my goons kidnap your offsprings while I was working on my golf swing
Oh, sweet dreams, sour nightmares
It’s a cold world, I got an ice grill
No one man should have all that power if he can’t afford to pay the light bills
I got a forcefield over my heartbeat
The window seal with no door key
I’m popping pills to feel more me
Cut off the wings now I’m soaring
And I never feel like poor me
I’d rather feel like the old me
I was born with wheels and I roll deep
I could make the devil get cold feet
Don’t like the clove unless it’s four leaf
Get a pussy wetter than a coral reef
On my face I tatted me a Fleur de Lis
Should I get it covered with a coca leaf?
I could tell you better than you showed me
I could show you better than you told me
I’m an OG up in OT and it’s no sleep till it’s roast beef
I better not hear a Little Bo-Peep
Better go figure, better go deep
Pass no judgement, pass your weed
I’m the goat nigga, no goatee

[Chorus]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Verse 2]
Sipping on purple like it’s herbal
Bad brown bitch, Lisa Turtle
On turbo, you don’t wanna disturb him
Momma put too much sugar in my Gerber
Damn, I done dropped too many ashes in my turban
I done see so many titties on Bourbon
Live a different kind of lifestyle
Different color diamond got a nigga looking like sherbert
Stepped up to the plate, knocked it out the park
Eat a nigga face like tiger shark
Dressed in all red like Olajuwon
My niggas hit your safe like the holocaust
My niggas catch a case, feel like I got Mossed
My nigga treat the K just like a love
Got a lawyer and an agent but I’m the boss
And my heart always racing but never lost
Hello? I was the illest nigga on child support
Now I’m looking at the riot report
Went and looked at the final score
Bedroom got revolving doors
Bitches in and out smiling more
Than children smiling at a carnival
Ain’t got nothing in common but the common cold
Big B’s nigga, honor roll
Hold up, a nigga found the flow
Started from the bottom bitch
Never been monogamous
Never been monotonous
Never been anonymous
Money is unanimous
Always had accomplices
Always had conglomerates
Always let chopper clip stick out like a bottom lip
You running out of time, so you better know what time it is
You running out of tears and you running out of volunteers
Young Mula bitch, I die for the logo
Cocaine price low, call that a low blow
Tunechi like Pablo, keys in the rowboat
Tunechi in the yacht though, still don’t showboat
Sipping on the slowpoke, moving like a tugboat
Smoking like a steamboat, fucking on a love boat
Better read the ransom note before you read the love note
Don’t know if its sore throat, deep throat or cut throat

[Chorus]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Outro]
Oh why am I so kamikazee
Why can’t I stay in my seat?
I’m so hyphy
Try me, why do I see these bloody bodies?
Why do I love what I see?
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
RIP, if you can’t live in peace, then you can die in peace
As your eyes close and mines bleed, I need Vizine


Ace Hood – Remember


Real life
Ace Hood, yea
We the motherfuckin’ best, huh?
Lil’ bro you know I got you

I made my way from the bottom
And I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

Yeah, ’cause we outchea (We outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (Ain’t no sleepin’)
‘Cause we outchea (‘Cause we outchea)
And we outchea (And we outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, ’cause we outchea

Uh, everyday that I wake nigga, I’mma say my prayers (amen)
I’mma get on my grind dawg
‘Cause my mama need a new crib (amen)
And I’mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate
Stay focused and get money, never gave a fuck what they say
Ain’t no time to sleep, I get guap
Ain’t no Jordan’s in the shoe box
Ain’t no roof that came with that drop
Chase that paper, youngin’ don’t stop
Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle
Tryna to get my folk and them out that struggle
Fuck that nine to five, it don’t cut
Ain’t no job I guess that’s my luck
Yeah, nigga outchea and that’s everyday
Tryna triple what I made today
This one here for my real niggas
And bad bitches who gettin’ cake
Count it up till your thumbs hurt
Put fam second and God first
Hatin’ niggas ain’t phasin’ me
You couldn’t walk a mile in my footwear

I made my way from the bottom
And I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

Yeah, ’cause we outchea (We outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (Ain’t no sleepin’)
‘Cause we outchea (‘Cause we outchea)
And we outchea (And we outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, ’cause we outchea

Uh, money over the best pussy
The blind hear me, the deaf lookin’
When opportunity knock, I ran out the back door
Shit I thought it was the cops, damn
I fuck the bitch with a broom stick
The same broom that I didn’t clean my room with
Stay on my toes, no ballet
Shout out my Zoe’s, Sak Pase
I’m twistin’ weed in my mansion
I go dumber than Lamont Sanford
Remember when moms couldn’t afford Pampers
Now she trying to avoid cameras
All I do is count my blessings, Weezy F for Fortunate
I came up from that bottom, now I’m richer than chocolate
Lil Tunechi

And I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

Yeah, ’cause we outchea (We outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (Ain’t no sleepin’)
‘Cause we outchea (‘Cause we outchea)
And we outchea (And we outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, ’cause we outchea

I say another day, another dollar
Thank the Lord for my praying mama
Watch ya back in this cold world
‘Cause everybody won’t see tomorrow
Money called and I’m motivated
Kill the beat, it’s premeditated
Still remember like yesterday
When them hard times had me frustrated
Say any day, I’mma go and get it
Pair of J’s and my Florida fitted
Quittin’ not in my vocab and no hate is found in my soul and spirit
Young nigga trying to feed the fam
Hatin’ on me, I don’t give a damn
Out here like what nigga?
You don’t get the picture like Instagram
Hundred dollars to a couple grand
Couple grand to a hundred bands
Hundred bands to them big Ms
And my weight up like six gyms
I’m outchea and I mean that
We The Best, where my team at?
Bad vibes, I don’t need that
I done came too far to be lookin’ back

I made my way from the bottom
And I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

Yeah, ’cause we outchea (We outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (Ain’t no sleepin’)
‘Cause we outchea (‘Cause we outchea)
And we outchea (And we outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, ’cause we outchea

Young Mula baby
Ace Hood nigg’
Fuck these old bitch ass niggas