Lil Wayne – Don't Get It Lyrics

Don't Get It

Lil Wayne

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"Don't Get It." - Lil Wayne

Monday, 26 October 2026, 03:03 pm

Album: Tha Carter III (Deluxe Revised)

Track No: 16

Baby, you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong you see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
But you don't understand me, so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flame
The snow, please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swang
He had hair like wool, like Wayne
Dropping ashes in the Bible
I shake 'em out, and they fall on the rifle
Scary, Hail Mary, no tale-fairy
All real, very extraordinary
Perry Mason, facing the barrel if he tattle
My God is my judge, no gown, no gavel
A hound, a rebel, down to battle
Now or never, or whenever, and the F for...
"Fucking fantastic", fuck if you agree
I'm bright, but I don't give a fuck if you see me
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Uhh, what's understood ain't gotta be explained
So for those who understand, meet Dwayne
For eight and a half months I gave Miss Cita pain
Now it's Young Money, baby, keep the change
My momma say, "Fuck em!", and we the same
So hello motherfucker, you got some sheets to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit, then outfit
Bright pink and green chest look house-lit
Bright pinky rings, but that ain't about this
What you 'bout, bitch?
Excuse my French emotion and my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
What are you askin'? If I don't have the answer
It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula
But I know you don't understand
'Cause you thought Little Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Wayne
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
I'm watchin' TV the other day, right?
Got this white guy on there talking 'bout black guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see, one in every one hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine Black Americans are locked up
And see what the white guy was trying to stress was that
The money that we spend on sending a motherfucker to jail
A young motherfucker to jail
Would be less to send his or her young ass to college
See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that
Our jails are populated with drug dealers
You know, crack cocaine? Yeah, stuff like that
Meaning, due to the laws we have on crack cocaine and regular cocaine
The police are...only
I don't want to say only right, but shit
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood
And um, you know the other thing is mostly found
You know where I'm going
But why bring a motherfucka to jail if it's not gonna stand up, in court
Because this drug ain't that drug
You know, level three, level four drug, shit like that
I guess it's all a misunderstanding
And um, I sit back and think, well shit, us young motherfuckers
You know, that one in every nine
We probably only selling the crack cocaine just because we in the hood
And it's not like the suburbs
We don't have the things that you have
Why? I really don't want to know the answer
But uh, I guess we just misunderstood huh?
You know we don't have room in the jail now for the real motherfuckers
The real criminals, you know
Sex offenders, rapists
Serial killers, shit like that
Oh, don't get scared, don't get scared
I know you saw one them sex offender papers
Don't trip, he live right on the end of your block, mm-hmm
Yeah, that **** live right down the street from you
Sex offender, on the level 3 drug
Convicted, ex-con, yeah, check him out
And what you got, you got daughters, son, what you got
Yeah, well you know what?
Don't stop the track (That's the good weed)
You know what, I have a fucking daughter
You understand me?
And, why the fuck would you bring my neighbor to jail
Just because the reason why he live next door to me
Ain't the reason why I live next door to him
Meanin', he didn't rap his way to my fuckin' neighborhood
He sold crack cocaine to get to my neighborhood
You move him out, bring him to jail for life
And then you move in a sex offender
They giving me a paper
Is that a misunderstanding, 'cause I don't understand it
Another thing, let me take my glasses off
'Cause I want to see the reaction on the faces when I say this
Uhh, Mr. Al Sharpton, here's why I don't respect you
And nobody like you, hmm hmm, see
You're the type that gets off on gettin' on other people
That's not good, no homo
And rather unhuman I should say
I mean, given the fact that humanity, well, good humanity, rather
To me, is helpin' one another, no matter your color or race
But this guy, and people like him
They'd rather speculate before they informate
If that's a word
You know, 'spect before check, anyway
Mean that, I much rather you talk to me first
And see if you can learn an opinion before you make one
Just my thought of good humanity, Mr. Sharpton
Hold on, I ain't finished wit' you man
Gotta pluck the ashes, mm-hmm, hold on, um
Mr. Sharpton, and anyone like you, you don't know me
So, if you're not gonna try to, then what you say
Or think about me, or whatever I do
Is totally Casper the Friendly Ghost
To me, and, it doesn't make you a good person to criticize before you improvise
Doesn't necessarily make you a bad person neither
But the characteristics fall heavily into bad sway
But, since I am human, I am good and bad as well
But I try my hardest to stay good
And some of the things I do and say may be bad
Or just, not too good
But I do try
So with that said, I don't fault you
I mean, you're only human
Good or bad, but I also don't respect you
And I don't care if that's good or bad
You see, you are no MLK, you are no Jesse Jackson
You a nobody, to me
You're just another Don King with a perm
Just a little more political
And that just means you're a little unhuman than us humans
And now, let me be human by saying fuck Al Sharpton
And anyone like him
Fuck if you understand me
I love being misunderstood
Why? 'Cause I live in the suburbs, but I come from the hood
Bring the hook in
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Writer(s): D. Carter, R. Young, Mousa, Benne Benjamin, Gloria Caldwell & Sol Marcus.

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