Sportscenter
DJ Drama & Lil Wayne Lyrics


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Cover my tracks like butter so where da bread be
I see beef as dead meat
Who dat, the president, yea me, no one scare me
And you ain't gotta double dare me, hear me
Loud and clearly, rats aren't near me
Wire tap, niggas get blood in the earpiece
I'm from New Orleans, nowhere near peace
Pure beast, fear free, dear grief
Catch up bitch, I'm in gear three, zoom, gone, see ya, peace, drop one on the finger
Fuck a man whoever made him
I will hurt whoever love him cause I hate him
Looking for a lady, high and sedated
Got her to the pad I don't know a nigga made it
She gave me relations so now we related
The morning comes, the picture faded
I'm waited on my turn to burn, can I get a light
Little dog, bigger bike
Jackson 5, Little Mike
Can I get a mic or a mic and a half
Thank the source owner, shoutout to the editors staff
I'm all grown so much better with math
I'm need a spread in the Forbes taking a benjamin bath
I'm servin this track, like Stephograph
Roger Federer, there's no competitors
Niggas know my rhetoric, bitch know my preference
Young GOD baby all you other niggas reverends
Sittin in my big house, surrounded by my weaponry
I keep them away like I got leprosy
Chopper right next to me, loaded up with Pepper seeds
Got an extra clip but that's only for my especially's
This is especially for you, disrespect a nigga game, what kinda referee is you?
Swallow ya whistle, make a nigga ride with the pistol
Cause the fakest niggas ride with the pistol
Even if I die old, I'ma die with the pistol
If you stand over my body, I'll probably kill you
Not really, Weezy da realest
I wear a lot of bathin ape cause I be with gorillas yeah
He what they talkin bout, topic of the conversation
Product of determination
Stop playin you are not up in my situation
I get money like a caucasian
The car red so the caucausin, stop hatin
Ya'll ballers I'ma sports agent




Wait a minute, let me translate it
It's Weezy, not the fatha motherfuckin baby

Overall Meaning

In the first verse of "Sportscenter," Lil Wayne flexes about his power, fearlessness, and ruthlessness. He emphasizes his ability to cover his tracks effortlessly while simultaneously tearing up the competition. Wayne's mention of being from New Orleans and not having any fear connects to his past life in one of the most dangerous cities in America where he was exposed to violence throughout his childhood. He also mentions that he is ready to hurt anybody for crossing him, emphasizing his reputation as a rapper as one not to be messed with. Additionally, Wayne speaks on the women he has around him and his ability to get whoever he wants. However, Wayne's encounter with this woman is temporary, and his focus is mainly on his power, as seen when he says that he is all grown up and much better with math. According to Wayne, this translates to his aim of appearing in Forbes, taking a long Benjamin bath, and being surrounded by weaponry. He is a force to be reckoned with and believes that other rappers should recognize this fact.


In the next verse, Wayne continues with his aggressive approach to life. He keeps his enemies at bay by arming himself with a chopper, loaded up with pepper seeds, ready to take down anyone who challenges his authority. Specifically, he mentions that he has an extra clip meant only for his special enemies, indicating that he takes his enemies seriously and has measures in place to take them down. Wayne turns his attention to his haters, implying that they use fake bravado as a facade. He takes pride in his authentic street credibility and reputation, believing that he lives up to his name as Weezy the realest. Finally, Wayne switches into a boastful rant about his wealth, comparing himself to a caucasian, and mentioning that he is a sports agent. He concludes the verse by saying "It's Weezy, not the father, motherfuckin' baby," signifying that he is no longer the same naive rapper who began his career under Birdman's Cash Money Records. Instead, he is an evolved and confident lyricist with a new and independent vision for his career.


Line by Line Meaning

Cover my tracks like butter so where da bread be
I hide my wrongdoings so well that nobody can find evidence


I see beef as dead meat
I don't get intimidated by any confrontations


Who dat, the president, yea me, no one scare me
I consider myself as powerful as the president and no one can scare me


And you ain't gotta double dare me, hear me
You don't need to challenge me twice or press me to listen to me


Loud and clearly, rats aren't near me
I make my presence and voice loud and clear, and I don't associate myself with informants


Wire tap, niggas get blood in the earpiece
If someone tries to spy on me, they'll end up hearing unpleasant things


I'm from New Orleans, nowhere near peace
I come from a place that's always been violent and unstable


Pure beast, fear free, dear grief
I'm a dominant and unstoppable force without fear, but it also comes with struggles and pain


Catch up bitch, I'm in gear three, zoom, gone, see ya, peace, drop one on the finger
I'm moving so fast that if you can't keep up, you'll have to catch up later. I'm saying goodbye and giving a rude gesture


Fuck a man whoever made him
I don't respect people who make or create harmful things or beings


I will hurt whoever love him cause I hate him
If someone supports or shows love towards someone I hate, I'll harm them


Looking for a lady, high and sedated
I'm looking for a woman who's high on drugs and is in a relaxed state


Got her to the pad I don't know a nigga made it
I brought her to my place, and I'm surprised no one stopped us


She gave me relations so now we related
We had sexual intercourse, so we're now related in that sense


The morning comes, the picture faded
After the night of fun, the memory of it fades away


I'm waited on my turn to burn, can I get a light
It's my turn to shine and succeed, can someone give me a chance?


Little dog, bigger bike
I may be small, but I have a bigger and better ride


Jackson 5, Little Mike
I am like one of the Jackson 5 members, specifically Michael Jackson when he was younger


Can I get a mic or a mic and a half
Can I get a chance to perform with a microphone


Thank the source owner, shoutout to the editors staff
I appreciate the person who gave me the opportunity to perform, and I acknowledge the people who helped make it happen


I'm all grown so much better with math
I have matured, and now I'm more skillful with numbers and money


I'm need a spread in the Forbes taking a benjamin bath
I want to be featured in Forbes magazine, while enjoying a bath with hundred dollar bills


I'm servin this track, like Stephograph
I'm dominating and excelling in the music track, like NBA player Steph Curry dominates in basketball


Roger Federer, there's no competitors
I am at the top of my game, like tennis player Roger Federer who has no match


Niggas know my rhetoric, bitch know my preference
People know my way of talking and my style, and women know my preference or choice of partner


Young GOD baby all you other niggas reverends
I am like a god among my peers or competitors, who are like religious preachers


Sittin in my big house, surrounded by my weaponry
I'm sitting comfortably in my mansion and have weapons to protect me


I keep them away like I got leprosy
I keep people away from me as if I have a contagious disease


Chopper right next to me, loaded up with Pepper seeds
I have a machine gun on standby, loaded with a type of bullet that causes immense pain


Got an extra clip but that's only for my especially's
I have an extra magazine of bullets, but I'll only use it for my special or close ones


This is especially for you, disrespect a nigga game, what kinda referee is you?
I'm dedicating this message to those who disrespect me, asking what kind of authority are they to judge me


Swallow ya whistle, make a nigga ride with the pistol
Don't call for backup or support, as it will make me retaliate with my own weapon


Cause the fakest niggas ride with the pistol
People who are not genuine or loyal are the ones who carry guns


Even if I die old, I'ma die with the pistol
I'll always have a weapon with me until the very end, even if I die of old age


If you stand over my body, I'll probably kill you
Even if I'm dead, I'll make sure the person who stands over my dead body will face consequences


Not really, Weezy da realest
It's not literal, but it represents my authenticity and realness


I wear a lot of bathin ape cause I be with gorillas yeah
I dress up in a lot of Bathing Ape clothing because I'm always hanging out with strong and aggressive men


He what they talkin bout, topic of the conversation
I am the subject of the people's discussion or gossip


Product of determination
My success is a result of my hard work and perseverance


Stop playin you are not up in my situation
Stop pretending you know what I'm going through or that you're in the same situation as me


I get money like a caucasian
I earn money just as much as white people do


The car red so the caucausin, stop hatin
My car is red, so it resembles a Caucasian person's face turning red, and I'm telling people to stop hating


Ya'll ballers I'ma sports agent
I don't just play the game, I manage and represent other players as well


Wait a minute, let me translate it
Hold on, let me explain or make it clearer


It's Weezy, not the fatha motherfuckin baby
I am Lil Wayne, not the father of Birdman Jr., as it was a common misconception at the time of the song's release




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From "Genius"

[Verse]

Cover my tracks like butter, so where the bread be?
I see beef as dead meat
"Who that, the president?" "Yeah, me" No one scare me
And you ain't gotta double dare me, hear me?
Loud and clearly, rats aren't near me
Wiretap niggas get blood in they earpiece
I'm from New Orleans, nowhere near peace
Pure beast, fear-free, dear grief
Catch up, bitch, I'm in gear three
Zoom gone, see ya! Peace... drop one finger
(Gangsta!) Fuck 'em and whoever made 'em!
I will hurt whoever love 'em, cause I hate 'em
Lookin' for a lady, high and sedated
Got her to the pad, I don't know how a nigga made it
She gave me relations, so now, we related
The morning comes; the picture, faded
I waited on my turn to burn, can I get a light?
Little dog, bigger bite, Jackson Five, Little Mike
Can I get a mic or a mic and a half
That the Source owe me? Shout out to the editing staff, yeah
I'm all grown, so much better with math
I need a spread in the Forbes takin' a Benjamin bath, yeah
I'm servin' this track like, Steffi Graf, yeah
Roger Federer; there's no competitors
Niggas know my rhetoric; bitches know my preference
Young God, baby: all them other niggas reverends
Sittin' in my big house surrounded by my weaponries
I keep them away like I got leprosy
Chopper right next to me, loaded up with pepper seeds
Got an extra clip, but that's only for my especiallies, yeah
(Dramatic, Dramatic) This is especially for you
Just respect a nigga game, what kinda referee is you?
Swallow your whistle, make a nigga ride with the pistol
Cause the fakest niggas ride with the pistol
Even if I die old, I'mma die with the pistol
And if you stand over my body, I'll probably kill ya, yeah
Now I feel it, Weezy the realest
I wear a lot of Bathing Ape 'cause I be with gorillas, yeah
He what they talkin' bout: topic of the conversation
Product of determination, yeah
Stop playin, you are not up in my situation
I get money like a Caucasian
The car red, so the car Cajun, stop hatin'
Y'all ballers, I'm a sports agent
Wait a minute, lemme translate it:
It's Weezy Not-The-Father Motherfuckin' Baby



All comments from YouTube:

Rell

This man rapped over a tennis match and bodied it…legendary

Rodrick Tyrone

The fact that I’m just realizing this ohhh shit

James Worthy

​@CHINO Vega or Rodger Federer there's no competitor 🔥

jmvedro

wtf I just found this out LMAOOO WHAT A LEGEND

CHINO Vega

I’m serving this track like Steffi Graff…yea

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Trez Milds

The mixtape that solidified my teenage life

Domonique Talton

Devin

Hope ya get better. Prayers

OJ Glove

Facts

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Gee Garcia

This track, the beat... His flow... Shit was just BUTTER.

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