(Intro) Came up from the dirt, stay fly like a plane, Still in the game, swervin still in my lane. Ain’t gotta cap, I just rap what I know light the dro let’s get this thang blowed [Hook] It’s Gil-Rane, not Lil Wayne, but I still spill pain when I spit flame Ink in my veins, no Novocaine, every line cut like fent up in the cocain Ain’t no clone, no re-birth , I’m the sequel bigger, badder, like 6feet hoe Next-gen flow, empty the clip,n then, I reload—switch up the game, no cheat code [Verse 1] Grew up on Carter, pushbutton to start her, my engine stay runnin’, im built for the charter. I’m starvin, wit hunger, Gil-rane lightning the blunt and hit loud like thunder, even Thor runs’ for cover when I pop the trunk cuh, but them Tricks must be lying sayin my rhymin remind em of Weezy, but trust me, you trippin cuz baby I’m different—my vision is deeper Im a lion in the jungle, eat beats like wild meat eaters, huntin for a meal dont need a beat feeder, workin out the flow up in the studio like the bo-flex in the basement , they love how I cook, shit be harder than the pavement [like crack in the 80’s],,, Ain’t Russian, my Italian, but tha flow be so impatient, my rhymes are sick and contagious like medical patients. King of the lake, see me through every cities, she said my leather so soft ,I’m so southern n gritty. My bitches just love me , they show me they titties they no I love pussy they throw me they kitty, [I hit it][echo] [Hook] It’s Gil-Rane, not Lil Wayne, but I still spill pain when I spit flame Ink in my veins, no Novocaine, every line cut like fent up in the cocain Ain’t no clone, no re-birth , I’m the sequel—bigger, badder, like 6feet hoe Next-gen flow, empty the clip,n then, I reload—switch up the game, no cheat code! [Verse 2 - 16 Bars] Pockets aint swole, but I remain humble, the hustle be different, no way I could stumble. Came from a county where gators are hunted I snap when I rap, that’s a natur-al function. Breakin’ the mold, cant fit in the box, they wanted me gone, now I sit at the top. Wit a blunt in my mouth an ya bitch on my cock an her phone still ringin [funny], she said you was blocked she wipin her mouth, I’m cocking the Glock and your block is our next stop so be ready cuz I’m droppin her off , she was just bitchin all week to me trippin say she been missin n wishin for one minute just to get my dick-n,,, No lie no gimmicks, ya boy been authentic, T.I. taught me to mind my bitness Wayne showed me them words got power, Em made sure my flow stayed vicious. Now I’m here, no fear, no brakes, last gear, passin number one n whippin fast cars like a nascar I pray I don’t crash doin the dash got this bitch hummin [yaa]ya boy runnin like Dale Earnhardt,Daytona 500, (Bridge) They wanted a lil rain, so I gave ‘em a storm, it’s Gil-rane since I was born I’ve been replacing the norm. (Verse:3) I said Bitch, I’m bad—ain’t tryna brag, Wanna be me lil’ dude? ,Well, so does your dad! Cuz I’m Lil Trav dont forget tha Gil-rane , find me in the club buyin the bar making the bills rain I was Stuntin’ Like My Daddy, in the caddy wit some baddies smokin fatties slangin baggies way back when the hoes all called me Travy I was trappin, had the motion and the action I was tapped in ,started rappin once they witnessed, Sky Is the Limit?[ Nah], I Am the Limit, Shoutout to Tom Williams cuz he saw it, I did it. Funny how I mentioned in that verse on I’m the limit how I could barley hold my bladder when he’s the one who really needed a kidney, [im not kidding] [whooaa] (Outro) Wayne said Best Rapper,,,Nahhh [let me get That] Gil-rane, I’m Off the tater when I spit raps It’s Gil-rane, not Lil Wayne— wit all do respect this is not a diss track[I hate being misunderstood][echo] but yall will never get it if you don’t got it already [haha. Hahahaaa]. It’s Gil-rane[echo]
