Let Em All In is the eighth track off American rapper, Lil Wayne’s Dedication 6 mixtape.

The song is a remix of American rapper, Dave East‘s Phone Jumpin from his debut extended play, Paranoia: A True Story.

Lil Wayne Let Em All In Lyrics

I realize you niggas is like the objects in the rearview mirror
You really appear much closer than you are
Got a long way to go, young boy!
Catch up niggas

[Verse: Euro]
Let ’em all in, bet ’em all in
Put me in the jungle, I get us all minks
Don’t play with my wave
Know what, let ’em all sink
I don’t need therapy, I got so big
Even when they talk crazy I still don’t shrink
I’ma black out, Michael Blackson’s skin tone
Homie gotta sit for a while back home
Hotline bling if you get his phone
Gotta own up or you get disowned
Eyes dried up, I don’t really cry much
And the gold chain match everything I touch
Whip gotta match every bitch I fuck, foreign
Y’all niggas talkin’ ’bout what? boring
Bane from it, I came from it
I’m raised by it, I’m stained from it
Shot for the stars from the darkness
I aim from it, now change coming
Who’d have thought a nigga shake somethin’?
All these records, I’ma break somethin’
Playin’ my shit around the graveyard
Y’all fuck around and wake somethin’
Mean mug like I hate somethin’
Hit the stu’ and I ate somethin’
Great rapper or great hustler
Promise you I die a great somethin’

[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
And I am beginning and ending
A nigga run in kicking and flipping
A nigga worth spending
A nigga with the semi admitting Glock is definitive on ’em, iron Emmys
Got an eye on ’em, still on these niggas more than any one of you
We knuck if we buck, if you my brother we up
If not, I don’t give a motherly fuck
Only in us we trust, you fuss we hush
They rush we bust, adjusting, dust and flushed ’em
If you don’t know what my salary is you ’bout to know what a fatality is
The reality is, if I don’t know what my calories is
Then nine times out of ten you won’t never know where your cavity is
Hit a forty, know it had to be his
A dude foul with a smile, they would never know how mad that he is
They don’t ever know what pattern he is
He gotta be from Earth 2, or somewhere from out on Saturn he is
Now I’m going where no gravity is, some other galaxy shit
But we’d rather talk about the MAC and the bricks
We taking on all names, it ain’t no more games
Stand up nigga, Cory Kaepernick bitch
I don’t know what to call you
Niggas claimin’ they loyal to the soil but boy I’m loyal to the oil that boil
To court with the all you, you cannot avoid it when I’m gonna destroy you
Work from the ceiling to make sure that I fall you
I’m dedicated to this rhyme shit
S double the militia gang, they don’t ever try them bitch
I got a nine and click, a high been brick
A bottom bitch, I buy them thick
Driving stick, I’m fly as a bitch, and I give dick
I ride the five, my partner crip
Shout out the east, we parkin’ shit
I just revive, I don’t remix
I don’t remind, until C5 we got D6, nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
The best things in life are free, not cheap, free C5
Message, no reply
Rest in peace, no peace sign
I keep an eye on these guys
My third eye give her sweet eyes
The bird eye’s view keep spy
But I can get your wings deep fried
Try, try again, keep trying
All the traffic hours, you a taxi driver, we some maximizers
Ever heard of San Francisco 49’ers, we some masterminders
Made it to the top just to get sniped from the floor at the very bottom
Ain’t that a bitch, man tell me about it
But I ain’t trippin’, that’s the trip to fry me
I sip in silence
I tried to make it beautiful, this shit came out perfect
Let the guns speak for they self, I ain’t never been a loud person
Walking ’round the house in the turban
These niggas washed up with no detergent
Take your heart and I am not a surgeon
Pulling triggers like shower curtains
Ain’t got no soul because my baby sucked it out of me
Me and my whoas in Las Vegas playing the thot machines
Stick to my goals, expectations like a soccer team
Waiting to exhale only to let out some steam
Girl let’s make a movie, what’s a movie without a shower scene?
Treat my semi like an Emmy, need some nominees
Taught me how to count before they taught me how to read
I knew all my OG’s before my ABC’s, damn

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
That’s some sick shit

Written by Dwayne Carter, Jr., Eufradis Rodriguez and Peter Cory Pankey.

Produced by

Lil Wayne‘s sixth installment of “Dedication” series, Dedication 6 was released on December 25, 2017 via Young Money Entertainment.

Lil Wayne Let Em All In Lyrics

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