Uhh, Man fukk them bytches and them hoes
And them nikkas pussies, camel toes
I got some money on me and the weed nice
My shyt won’t ever stop, suck my green light
bytch it’s Carter 4, murders all she wrote
Now it’s fukk everybody like a Scorpio
Still running shyt, I’m on my cardio
Boy I’m going in, like my water broke
Suicide note, suicide doors
I put in overtime, like a tied score
Tinted windows bytch that mean mind yours
And the weed loud, like a lions roar
Stare into the eyes the eyes of foreva
Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller
No music on, rock it acapella
And I don’t need a watch, the time is now or never
Tell my nikkas love, I die behind this shyt
A nikka countin’ money, you nikkas counterfeit
Real nikka, nikka, proud of what I am
Young money is an army, bytch I’m Uncle Sam
Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune
I left the bullshyt, in the waiting room
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus
We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups and bytch I be so high, I get starstruck
Millz in this bytch he said fukk them hoes
And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes
And I keep some bud like Rudy Huxtable
I’m bout to slam the beat, nikka, Dusty Rhodes
I’m from eagle street I go Hercules
I get on the beat, murder 1st degree
YMCMB, we don’t give a fukk
You faker than some titties, you get tittie fukked
This the best-worst feeling and nikka if I die I die a death worth living
This that text book G shyt, I’ve been in that water but I’ve never been sea sick
Knock me I knock ya face off, life’s a crazy bytch, Grace Jones
Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone
C4, Mr. Carter’s home!
so many horrible, recycled lines

Is "Intro" from Carter IV the most cringeworthy song of all time?



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Since he's been on probation his music hasn't been all that good. Anyone agree?