World Of Fantasy - Question?, Lil Wayne

Yeah, straight off the corner, Apple and Eagle

Braveheart bitch like the times are medieval

Married to the block, divorced the cathedral

Standing on the corner selling porcelain to people

Forced into evil, it’s all in your head

It’s all so cerebral, call me Knievel

You follow and I lead you straight to the needle

The bottle, the battle, the beetles’ll eat you

Momma named Cita, I love you Cita

'Member when your pussy second husband used to beat you?

Remember when I went into the kitchen, got the cleaver?

He ain’t give a fuck, I ain’t give a fuck either

He could see the devil, see the devil in my features

You could smell the ether, you can see Cita

You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features

I am her voice and the world is my speaker

I’m speaking

Living in a world of fantasy

His back against the wall

Living in a world of fantasy

His back against the wall

With my spine up against these tagged up brick walls

Flip grams, quick hand, quicksand, pitfalls

Big balls intact through error syntax

That stormy weather where the trees don’t bend back

Left home at 16, I ain’t never been back

When it come to being broke, they say I never been flat

A punk ass bitch, I ain’t never been that

Reminisce on daddy’s quart of Schlitz in his lap

And his Newport box with only one stick left

Snort heroin, then he shoved me in his chest

Used to really believe I’ll never be the best

Hell must be on my shoulder cause the devil sing the rest

Right on it through his binges with them poisonous syringes

Beating on my mama, kicked the door off the hinges

I wish I was old enough to stop him when he did it

So long ago, but even I can’t forget it, so listen

Living in a world of fantasy

His back against the wall

Living in a world of fantasy

His back against the wall

Demonic in my presence, street corner like a reverend

Tryna find the change, shining lightning light in heaven

Triple 7, triple 6, tribulations, triple trick

Triple grip, triple spitting like I had a triple lip

Let’s make simple sense of the main difference

Angel of Death swing, got a sinner in a clench

Revolver in my fist, earthworm to a fish

Bait on the line, watch me catch 'em with this

Coke fly off compound, off round white rock

Balling like Earl Manigault in his high top

Third eye cyclops, beaten down by five cops

Left for dead and this ain’t even my block

Thinking of my pops, thinking of my moms

Rather be just blazing, listening to Saigon

Cause when you think up, God strike you down

Body full of current, lightning never hit the ground

Living in a world of fantasy

His back against the wall

Living in a world of fantasy

His back against the wall