Fly Out
Lil' Wayne Lyrics


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We here
I said we here
The back of Tha Carter, yeah
The back of Tha Carter
Two, uh
Yeah
This here is
The end of Tha Carter II, people
Hey, yeah

I got the game on ball and chain
I threw the key in the drain, I'm like a key in a drought
I spent a G on these frames, but my vision is priceless
Seeing through you niggas like a fucking psychic
Hearing through the grapevine, niggas wanna hate mine
Say my name and die in the daytime
You catch my drift, man, you better be Peyton
Boy, the heat's on, they're making peace bonds
I'm in this bitch throwing up the "17th" sign
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
That TEC-11, AK-47, one Beretta
Ready for whatever, tell them pussy niggas, "Come together"
Heavy better, nigga, super-soaker wet a nigga
Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal, nigga
I'm just a little nigga trying to be a civil nigga
Thirty-years-old, shit, that'll be a given, nigga
Quit it, Wayne, your mom is listening
But she ain't really tripping 'cause the pots is pissed in
Them niggas tripping until the shots whistling
Hear them bullets hissing like a cobra at attention
I got a bitch and quit calling women bitches
As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen
No preventing the grind, I gotta get it
I'm admitted to the game, true player, no quitting
There you go shitting on the way a nigga thinking
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
And since the future ain't promised to no one
I live every day like this is the sure one
Trade in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Stand in that heat 'til the motherfucking snow come
And it feels so fucking good
Throw my dope like a rope, let 'em tug and pull
No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches
Running 'cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
Come and get it, automatics in motion
We're banging for the bread, nigga, even the molded
I got my loaf, I got my toast
Chaperone of the South, I got my coast




Yeah, and until I die
I'm the, the-the, the-the, the Best Rapper Alive

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Lil' Wayne's "Fly Out" depict an artist that's confident in his abilities and aware of his position in the rap game. He starts by saying they're at the back of Tha Carter II, which implies that the album is almost over. Lil' Wayne then goes on to describe his current situation: he has the game on ball and chain, but he sees through the people hating on him. He talks about his preparedness for whatever comes his way, as he's strapped with various weapons. He also touches on the topic of his personal life, such as how he's a little guy trying to be civil and his mom's listening to his music, but it's clear that he's not letting anything hold him back.


The lyrics speak to the inner confidence that Lil' Wayne has in his abilities, as he talks about being the best rapper alive, and how he's always ready for whatever happens. The imagery used in the lyrics is also striking, with the poetic use of words that describe Lil' Wayne's outlook on life and the challenges he faces. These lyrics exemplify Lil' Wayne's talent for writing verses that are both poetic and powerful.


Line by Line Meaning

We here
We are present


I said we here
Confirming our presence


The back of Tha Carter, yeah
Referring to the album


The back of Tha Carter
Still referring to the album


Two, uh
Referring to the sequel of the album


This here is
Indicating a change in topic/setting


The end of Tha Carter II, people
Acknowledging the album's conclusion


Hey, yeah
Expressing enthusiasm


I got the game on ball and chain
Controlling the game


I threw the key in the drain, I'm like a key in a drought
One does not need to open doors to achieve success when they already have the power


I spent a G on these frames, but my vision is priceless
Money spent on material things is nothing compared to intangible attributes such as vision


Seeing through you niggas like a fucking psychic
Being able to see through fake people


Hearing through the grapevine, niggas wanna hate mine
Hearing rumors about haters


Say my name and die in the daytime
Revenge would ensue to anyone who speaks against the singer


You catch my drift, man, you better be Peyton
If someone is going to understand something the singer said, they better be intelligent like Peyton Manning


Boy, the heat's on, they're making peace bonds
Legal action is being taken to calm things down


I'm in this bitch throwing up the "17th" sign
Throwing up gang signs


Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
Being cautious of one's surroundings


That TEC-11, AK-47, one Beretta
A collection of guns the singer owns


Ready for whatever, tell them pussy niggas, "Come together"
Continuing to warn rivals


Heavy better, nigga, super-soaker wet a nigga
The artist can handle anything


Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal, nigga
The artist is capable of killing others


I'm just a little nigga trying to be a civil nigga
The singer is trying to be peaceful


Thirty-years-old, shit, that'll be a given, nigga
If given enough time, the artist will eventually grow up


Quit it, Wayne, your mom is listening
A playful comment about being cautious of what he says


But she ain't really tripping 'cause the pots is pissed in
The mother is not worried due to her financial stability


Them niggas tripping until the shots whistling
The rivals are not afraid until a warning is issued


Hear them bullets hissing like a cobra at attention
Bullets being fired are dangerous


I got a bitch and quit calling women bitches
Respecting women


As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen
It's okay if his woman doesn't mind illegal activity in their home


No preventing the grind, I gotta get it
The singer will never stop hustling


I'm admitted to the game, true player, no quitting
The artist is a successful player in the game of life


There you go shitting on the way a nigga thinking
Others are devaluing the artist's thoughts and ideas


Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
The artist's only history interest is money


And since the future ain't promised to no one
The singer is aware of life's uncertainty


I live every day like this is the sure one
Making the most of every day


Trade in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Changing up the situation


Stand in that heat 'til the motherfucking snow come
Staying true to one's beliefs despite any criticism


And it feels so fucking good
Feeling fulfilled


Throw my dope like a rope, let 'em tug and pull
Allowing others to make their own decisions


No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches
Those who don't want to change will remain the same


Running 'cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
There is so much potential for growth even in unexpected places


Come and get it, automatics in motion
The singer is well-prepared for any situation


We're banging for the bread, nigga, even the molded
Working hard for financial stability regardless of circumstances


I got my loaf, I got my toast
The artist is self-sufficient


Chaperone of the South, I got my coast
The artist is in control of their surroundings


Yeah, and until I die
The singer is determined


I'm the, the-the, the-the, the Best Rapper Alive
The artist is confident in their abilities




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BRYAN WILLIAMS, DWAYNE CARTER, TRISTAN G. JONES

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@ntsikandlebe1192

This intro and outro made my youth.

He went to the limit with his lyrics and flow on this one.

I am still convinced this album confirmed his maturity as an artist.

Absolutely brilliant.

Thank you wheezy.

From south africa



All comments from YouTube:

@nickc9482

Carter II is undeniably one of the best rap albums ever made.

@derryckwhitaker2489

🖤🖤...

@too_sturdy

Carter 1 the original & best.
"Walk in, inside, walk out" better then this. He changed his whole style in Carter 1. The hardcore fans know. The fans jumped on in Carter 2, and the casuals jumped on the bandwagon for Carter 3. The rest is history. Salute from an 82 baby along with Wayne and Juelz.

Btw Check out Santana new song "Whitney" by heatmakerz. Old dipset is back. On repeat.

@jjjproductionz2834

4 💪💪💪

@travisralph4494

👍 agree

@play_ball26

@@derryckwhitaker2489 is is well in the world world 🌍🌍 I I wowo

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@gripmula238

This Man OWN this ERA.

PERIOD.

@AdzSteadyBallin

Major Mincey frfr if u kno u kno 💯

@shannonrodriguez7263

Tha Carter 2 is Wayne's BEST ALBUM hands down. Str8 up CLASSIC!!!

@Autonomous_Don

His mixtapes are god tier. His albums aren’t even his best material.

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