…And I stay on my flow Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the fuckin’ Birdman like a Lug/
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams,
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim/
Cash Money million, heir to the throne Going at their heads like hair in a comb/
Sittin’ by the window, I just stare at the stone
Knowin’ I might get through it like hair in a comb/
This song will always get me hype, then sad, then angry. (Just like Sky Is The Limit)
hyped because: … these lyrics. the delivery. the dedication. the word play. ugh! Just Wayne man. Had to call him LilWeezyana on this one to pay homage.
sad because: … am I ever going to hear Dwayne Carter pre-No Ceilings ever again?!
angry because : … probation got my lil’ whoadee talkin’ blah blah and racking up skateboarding injuries. Pass my man a couple Ls and a cup of Dirty Jones; cut his dreads back to mid-shoulder length, and let the martian cook.
Until then, I’ll listen to old Wayne and appreciate it.