Testo di 'President Carter' di Lil Wayne

[Hook]
President carter (x8)

[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
Sitting on the world
I got life in my hand
So these days I try to think twice when I can
Money on my mind
As god as my witness
Love don't live here and it don't even visit
I do this for my uptown politicians
Walked in the kitchen, and found a pocket pissin'
Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama missin'
Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama miss em'
Uh, I'm a monster, exorcisms
Told tools like mechanics, mechanism
Uh, Detrimental on any instrumental
I say you rappers sweet I pay the incidentals
I'm beneficial
I've been official
I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu
I like my short cake shorter
Ain't no mother fucker harder than...

[Hook]
President carter (x8)

[Verse 2]
Nobody gives you a chance, you gotta take chances
Your family tree, I will break branches
Cause I don't give a fuck, I put the ass in assassin
Smoke you like a blunt then it's ashes to ashes
The future is born, put the past in the casket
If real shit is dead then nigga I'm a bastard
Uh, appetite for disaster
I want a full plate then another plate after
Uh, yesterday just died
Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives
When shit get deep I'm never afraid to dive
Let the money pile up until I'm buried alive
Ask who the fuck want it, I bring it to your doorbell
Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale
Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office
I changed the stars on the flag into crosses

[Interlude]
Amen, so now instead of pledge, we pray, yeah

[Hook]
President carter (x8)

[Verse 3]
Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga
I just stand still and let the ground pass nigga
Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga
Realitys a bitch and I'mma dance with her
140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground
Bitch I'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge
I tried to fuck the world and couldn't even get aroused
I ain't looking for the beef but I ain't seen it in a while
Uh, and we all want world peace
Murder show, I give your ass good seats
Shit, I'm much more than a good speech

[Outro]
Gorillas in suits
The holy war, the spiritual troops
Fighting over the mythical truth
Drowning in the political soup
They shoot missiles and nukes
Taking out such a pivotal group
The body count is the physical proof
And they thought drugs were killing the youth