A Year of Lil Wayne: Tryna Live 'Til Summer and Put Them Minks Up

Here are all the lyrics to "Forever" typed out, just because.
April 7, 2017, 5:56pm

Day 199: "Forever" – Da Drought 3, 2007

This is the best Lil Wayne song. It's a freestyle over Cam'ron's "Dipset Forever," produced by Kanye West. It is the kind of beat that Wayne loves, pure East Coast rap with a chipmunk soul sample that he can build his lines around. He does that here several times, reminding us that he is the best today and "forever," that he will stunt "forever," that he is in this bitch "forever." His flow is precise, his rhymes are tight, and the internal rhymes and consonance are crazy. He punctuates the words by delivering everything in a laconic drawl, giving it a casual shit-talking effect. It's rap that's both breakneck and blunted. It's a sound that other rappers have trouble pulling off but naturally should all dream of imitating; one successful inheritor of the style is Lil B, who you can imagine listening to this exact song. Anyway, this has always been one of my favorite songs on Da Drought 3. In celebration of it (and the fact it's impossible to pick a best line), here are all the lyrics, typed out:

Straight up gangsta, Hollygrove gangsta
Lay a nigga down in pink stuff
Them soft-ass dudes just think tough
We shootin', put them shanks up
We tryna live 'til summer and put them minks up
I'm sinked up in the coupe, the eyes chinked up
Pull up on a bitch at the light, that night link up
Whole lotta shit in your life as a young boss
Bet that VVS ice'll bite your face off
Yeah, I ignite then take off
Now catch up, I'm the best doing it
Come on, niggas, 'fess up
Nigga feel different he could chess up and guess what?
I bring it to his chest, to his right lung and left lung
Nigga get a check up
Nigga put ya check up
I swear I'm on fire, need water like a hiccup
So I guess I might as well could say
That I'm the best today and

Candy paint
T, I'm riding in the peppermint
Even my leather got leather trim
I'm on another element
I keep something in the trunk like an elephant
Bet you remember it, like an elephant
I got this rap bottled up like medicine
Who's better than?
Fuck him, I probably fucked her
Eh, what's new?
And if you hatin' on us, yeah fuck you
And if them bitches wanna fuck us, we wanna fuck too
What a coincidence
And we cause accidents not incidents
I am big shit, they're intsy wints
They're not even a letter in my sentences
Sittin in my coupe on twenty inch
So it's like I'm fencin', bitch
I will stunt (forever)
So stop bein' defensive, bitch
I'm relentless, bitch
I'm in this shit (forever)
Now end this shit

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