Fly In
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So they asked me
"Young boy
What you gonna do the second time around?
How you goin' come back"
I tried told them
I come back like 32
I jump back like 33, ugh
Hit me
That's nothin'
This here's Tha Carter II, people
This here's Tha Carter II, people (hey)

They call me Mr. Carter, I kissed the daughter
Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put them body on chill like glaciers
Gracias, I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulder and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffin', I'm just pitchin', your honor, I ain't snitchin', your honor
Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power
Vacate when that kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter, open the cabinet, close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet, drop a four in the bubbles
I remember being young, tryin' to hustle my dough
Tryin' to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Tryin' to tell you fool, you chump, that my MAC ain't broke
You ain't tryin' to see how far that black back lane go
No, call me Pacman you ghosts is blue
I got my Red River rubies and my ocean blue
Jewelry, usually I'm a hooligan for the money
Yeah, I'm eatin' but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh
Make harm and I bomb you in public
Hit you with the straight arm, no warning nothin'
Look it's mornin', no yawnin' or nothin'
I ain't sleepin', I'm up tryin' to take a nigga lunch
You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin' what we want
I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here
If you ever lookin' for me bitch I will be here
Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here
Lot of niggas ran from it, but I'll still be here
No chrome on the continental I'm so fundamental
Crack the Phil' crack the roof and roll up the windows
And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home
That's why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song
You leapin' at a dog, a dog wit' no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you bitch niggas, no paw
I'm talkin' bout Stunna
He like, "Keep your dough," he got your ho




When the sun shines on the king and sets on the prince
I met the Birdman and I been shinin' ever since, like that

Overall Meaning

The first lines of Lil Wayne's song "Fly In" see him being questioned on his ability to survive in the fast-paced music industry. The opening bars find him boldly stating that he will come back stronger, much like a fighter, reinforcing his hard work ethic and determination. He uses a metaphor likening himself to a basketball player who has been off the court for a couple of years but can still jump back as high as he could in his heyday. Wayne then goes on to declare that this is the "Carter Two," signalling his return to the music game and his reclamation of his throne.


The lyrics of the song also see Lil Wayne flexing his lyrical muscles, showcasing his unparalleled rhyming and wordplay abilities. He introduces himself as "Mr. Carter," kissing the forehead of the daughter of the deceased father whose heart he spilled, metaphorically murdering a critic who didn't appreciate his music. He also boasts about his wealth, prowess, and status in the music industry, stating that even his enemies would have to concede that he is a force to be reckoned with. Through his lyrics, he portrays himself as a dominant figure who deserves respect and admiration, with his wealth and power elevating him above everyone else in the game.


Overall, "Fly In" is a confident and swagger-filled track that paints Lil Wayne as someone who has risen from the ashes and is ready to reclaim his spot as one of the most significant artists of his generation.


Line by Line Meaning

So they ask me
People wonder what my next move will be


Young boy
A reference to Lil Wayne himself, who was a young man at the time of the song's release


What you gonna do the second time around
What will I do now that I've become successful? Can I repeat my success?


How you goin' come back
How will I follow up my previous success?


I tried told them
I've already explained my plan


I come back like thirty two
I'll come back even better than before, like I'm 32 years old


I jump back like thirty three (ugh)
I'll jump back even higher than the previous time, like I'm 33 years old


That's nothin'
An expression of confidence, indicating that what he's about to do is easy


This is Tha Carter Two people
A reference to the album name, indicating that he's about to prove his worth again


They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter
A boastful line indicating his power and control over others


Of the deads forehead I killed the father
He killed the father of the person he kissed, furthering his boastful attitude


Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
He destroyed someone who didn't like him


I will put them body on chill like glaciers
He will make someone disappear like they're frozen in ice


Gracias I'm crazy yes it's obvious
He acknowledges that he has a crazy persona


Going against me is atheist
He believes that opposing him is equivalent to opposing a religious deity


I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust
He's referencing drugs here and he believes he has a divine presence watching over him


I ain't sniffin' I'm just pitchin' ya honor I ain't snitchin' ya honor
He's not using drugs but he's selling them, and he's not going to tell on anyone


Hate bitch niggas bitches with power
He dislikes people who abuse power and act arrogantly


Vacate when the kitchen get hotter
Leave if things are about to get worse


I just sit on the counter open the cabinet close the cupboard
He's casually cooking drugs, indicating that it's a routine thing for him


Put that jar in the skillet drop a four in the bubbles
He's adding drugs to a pan and cooking them


I remember being young tryin' to hustle my dough
A brief reminiscence of his younger days trying to make money


Tryin' to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
He's telling his clients that he's not selling a fake product


Tryin' to tell you fool you chump that my mack ain't broke
He's not a weakling, and he's not going to be taken advantage of


You ain't tryin' to see how far that black back lane go
He's warning someone not to mess with him because they'll regret it


No, call me Pacman you ghosts is blue
A reference to the video game character, indicating that he's invincible and his opponents will lose


I got my red river rubies and my oceans blue
He has expensive jewelry and clothing


Jewelry, usually I'm a hooligan for the money
He likes to wear his wealth and enjoys making money


Yeah I'm eatin' but I got a tapeworm in my tummy oh
He's successful but still hungry to make more money


Make harm in the bomb you in public
He's threatening to hurt someone in public


Hit you with the straight arm no warning nothin'
He'll hit someone without warning


Look it's mornin' no yawnin' or nothin'
He's up and ready to go, without any hesitation


I ain't sleepin' I'm up tryin' to take a nigga lunch
He's always working and trying to get ahead of others


You gon make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Someone is going to make him angry and he'll hurt them


Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin' what we want
He'll take whatever he wants, by force if necessary


I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here
Loyalty to his hometown of New Orleans; he won't leave it


If you ever lookin' for me bitch I will be here
He's not hard to find and is always available


Cash Money is an army Navy Seal me here
A reference to his label, indicating that they're unstoppable and powerful


Lot of niggas ran from it but I'll still be here
Other people have failed but he's persevered


No chrome on the continental I'm so fundamental
He doesn't need fancy things to be successful, he's fundamental


Crack the phill' crack the roof and roll up the window
He's smoking marijuana in his car with the windows rolled up


And my hood love me they tell me bring it home
He's beloved by the people in his neighborhood


That's why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song
A shoutout to his neighborhood in New Orleans


You leapin' at a dog a dog wit no bark
He's warning someone not to mess with him because he's powerful


Just a bite like an old shark
He can hurt you with a small action, like an old shark can still bite


And all you bitch niggas no paw
He doesn't respect weak people


I'm talkin' bout stunna
A reference to Birdman, who's influential in Lil Wayne's life


He like keep ya door he got ya whole winters
Birdman is supportive and will take care of your needs


Sunshine's on the king and sets on the prince
He feels like royalty because he has success and influence


I met the Birdman and I been shinin' ever since like that (that, that, that)
Meeting Birdman helped him achieve success and he's been successful ever since




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dwayne Carter, Tristan Jones, Bryan Williams

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@robhewitt2914

So they ask me
"Young boy
What you gon' do the second time around?
How you gon' come back?"
I tried told 'em
"I come back like 32
I jump back like 33"
Ugh, hit me
That's nothing
This is Tha Carter II, people
This is Tha Carter II, people
Hey
[Verse]
They call me Mr. Carter, I kissed the daughter
Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put them body on chill like glaciers, gracias
I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulder and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffing, I'm just pitching, your honor
I ain't snitching, your honor
Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power
Vacate when that kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter
Open the cabinet, close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet, drop a four in the bubbles
I remember being young, tryna hustle my dope
Tryna tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Tryna tell you 'fore you jump that my MAC ain't broke
You ain't tryna see how far that black back lane go, no
Call me Pac-Man, your ghost is blue
I got my Red River rubies and my ocean blue jewelry
Usually I'm a hooligan for the money
Yeah, I'm eating, but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh
Make harm and I bomb you in public
Hit you with the straight-arm, no warning, nothing
Look, it's morning, no yawning or nothing
I ain't sleeping, I'm up tryna take a nigga lunch
You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we taking what we want
I'm so 504, you got to kill me here
If you ever looking for me, bitch, I will be here
Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here
Lot of niggas ran from me, but I still be here
No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental
Crack the Phil', crack the roof, and roll up the windows
And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home
That's why I holler Hollygrove on each and every song
You leaping at a dog, a dog with no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you rich niggas know Pa, I'm talking 'bout Stunna
He like, "Keep your dough," he got your ho
And the sun shines on the king and sets on the prince
I met the Birdman and I been shining ever since, like that

17

Fly Out Lyrics

[Intro]
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 Two, people
Hey, yeah

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Fly Out

Lil Wayne

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Fly Out Lyrics

[Intro]
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 Two, people
Hey, yeah

[Verse]
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 fuckin' 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 makin' peace bonds
I'm in this bitch throwin' 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 nothin' but a petal, nigga
I'm just a little nigga tryin' to be a civil nigga
Thirty years old, shit, that'll be a given, nigga
Quit it, Wayne, your Mom is listenin'
But she ain't really trippin' 'cause the pots is pissed in
Them niggas trippin' until the shots whistlin'
Hear them bullets hissin' like a cobra at attention
I got a bitch and quit callin' women bitches
As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen
No preventin' the grind, I gotta get it
I'm admitted to the game, true player, no quittin'
There you go shittin' on the way a nigga thinkin'
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 fuckin' 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 bangin' 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



@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



@garrisonjagoe9218

Fly In:
They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter
Of the deads forehead I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put them body on chill like glaciers
Gracias I'm crazy yes it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffin' I'm just pitchin' ya honor I ain't snitchin' ya honor
Hate bitch niggas bitches with power
Vacate when the kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter open the cabinet close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet drop a four in the bubbles
I remember being young tryin' to hustle my dough
Tryin' to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Tryin' to tell you fool you chump that my mack ain't broke
You ain't tryin' to see how far that black back lane go
No, call me Pacman you ghosts is blue
I got my red river rubies and my oceans blue
Jewelry, usually I'm a hooligan for the money
Yeah I'm eatin' but I got a tapeworm in my tummy oh
Make harm in the bomb you in public
Hit you with the straight arm no warning nothin'
Look it's mornin' no yawnin' or nothin'
I ain't sleepin' I'm up tryin' to take a nigga lunch
You gon make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin' what we want
I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here
If you ever lookin' for me bitch I will be here
Cash Money is an army Navy Seal me here
Lot of niggas ran from it but I'll still be here
No chrome on the continental I'm so fundamental
Crack the phill' crack the roof and roll up the window
And my hood love me they tell me bring it home
That's why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song
You leapin' at a dog a dog wit no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you bitch niggas no paw
I'm talkin' bout stunna
He like keep ya door he got ya whole winters
Sunshine's on the king and sets on the prince
I met the Birdman and I been shinin' ever since like that (that, that, that)

Carter II:
All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems
I'll address them like P.O. Boxes
Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero tolerance
Gangster gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fuckin' with that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet till your sock drip
Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass
I hear 'em but they talking under masks
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money, honey pie
We ain't runnin', we don't hide screamin' fuck the other side
Don't get caught on it, this the dailiest grind
I'll put your heart on it and walk on it
The chalks only for the art homie
How they trace ya after I erase ya
Look around, we at war and you still in preparation
I'm riding for them reparations, no patience
Slow paper is better than no paper
Fast money don't last too long, you gotta pace it
You gotta know that paper
If you got it from a caper, you gotta blow that paper
Gotta know that photo-phobia, no Kodak moments
Feds walls with my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posin', got a cool killer look
Career crook, get your career took
I'm back like a brassiere hook
Bitches cheer, camouflage gear, the hunter's here
Better play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer
Around here and this here is The Carter
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
On the head at the bottom
You ain't gotta shoot 'em cause I already shot 'em
And I ain't gotta get 'em cause I already got 'em
Get 'em

Fly Out:
I got the game on ball and chain
I threw the key in the drain
I'm like the key in the drought
I spent a G on these frames, though 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 heats on, they make a peace bond
I'm in this bitch, throwing up the seventeenth sign
Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times
That Tec-eleven, A-K forty seven, one Beretta, ready for whatever
Tell them pussy niggas come together
Happy better nigga, nigga super soaker wetter 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 giving niggas
Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listening
But she ain't really trippin', 'cause the pots is pissed in
Them niggas tripping, until the shots whistling'
Hear them bullets sizzle, like a cobra at attention
I gotta bitches, 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 playa, no quitting
There you go shitting on a way a nigga thanking
Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin
This is the future ain't promised to no one
I live everyday like this is the sure one
Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Stand in the heat, 'til the mother fucking snow come
And it feels so fucking good
Throw my dope like a rope, let them 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 banging for the bread nigga, even the molded
I got my loaf, I got my toast
Chaperon of the south, I got my coast, yea
And until I die I'm the, the, the, the, the best rapper alive



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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@CertifiedBarz

These 3 tracks are unbelievable. True Matserpieces in terms of flow, lyrics, emotions, beat, etc. Weezy is is top 5 DOA idgaf what anyone says.

@djhotboyred9004

Masterpieces 🔥🔥🔥🔥

@singablinga5291

This right here. Wayne at his best . You can feel the hunger. The grind. These were the best parts of the Carter for me. Always wished I could listen to them back to back and somebody did. Much appreciated!!

@blitz2924

This flow is unmatched. The way the beat switches after he hits a hard line. Sheeesh
“Cash money Army, Navy Seal me here”. Another level!

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