Lil Wayne - I Am Not a Human Being Lyrics

I am not a human being

Uh, pussy for lunch
Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, haha yeah
Kush and the blunts
I ride through your block, see a foot in the trunk
I don't know why they keep playin'
They better re-plan
I'm giving them the blues, Bobby "Blue" Bland
Together we stand and fall on y'all
Ballin' with my bloods, call it b-ball
These days ain't shit, Young Money is
I got mars bars, Three Musketeers
Come through coupe same color as veneers
And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers
Yeah, now I'm back on my grizz
And y'all's a bunch a squares like a motherfuckin' grid
Shit, fuck with me and get hit
I finger fuck the Nina, make that bitch have kids
Just do it, my nigga, I just did
Ain't a motherfucker deeper than me bitch, dig, ya dig?
This here is big biz and I scream fuck "it," whoever "it" is

I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of ya time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line I'm not racin'
I thank God that I am not basic
Ow
That I am not basic
I am not a human being

Uh, rockstar, baby
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw, baby
Rich nigga lookin' at the cops all crazy
That's that mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese
Heater close range, 'cause people are strange
But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained
You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
I'm running this shit, hundred yard gain
Uh, swag on infinity
I'm killing 'em, see the white flag from the enemy
Shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories
Father forgive me for my brash delivery
I would try you, I wouldn't lie, dude
I must be sticky 'cause them bitches got they eyes glued
Young Money, baby, we the shit like fly food
Y'all can't see us like the bride's shoes
I stand tall like I'm motherfuckin' 9'2"
I scream motherfuck you and whoever designed you
And if you think you hot, then obviously you were lied to
And we don't die, we multiply and then we come divide you

I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of ya time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin'
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not basic
That I am not basic
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not a human being

Re-reporting from another world
Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl
Bless got the weed rollin' thicker than a southern girl
Strong arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls
Rock star biatch, check out how we rock
And if this ain't hip hop, it must be knee hop
I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop
I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop
Spitting that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock
And my-and my money on etcetera, three dots
Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops
You better run motherfucker, 'cause we not
You better run 'til your feet stop
You ain't even a fuckin' alphabet in my teapot
Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top
And even if I let go I still won't drop

I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of ya time I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line I'm not racin'
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not a, I am not a human being