Don’t Die Birdman & Lil Wayne

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah
Haha, check me out, man

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, original gangsta, black clothes and bangers
Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up
We stay low from the ranges 'cause they trying to tame us
But we brainless
And just think I'm one sell-out record away from bein' famous
Shit, I guess I ain't it
You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day
I lay where the worms stay
I spit it for my nigga's sake, I spit it for myself a long time ago
Got a few houses, few whips, few condos
I'm so straight, I'm pointin'
The game is hurtin', and Baby Boy the ointment
Baby Boy the president now, shit, you gotta make an appointment
Two record labels, you should come join 'em
Do check the label
And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami
I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like, "Fuck it"
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, believe it
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami
I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like, "Fuck it"
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, straight up