Lil Wayne – I Am Not a Human Being Lyrics

I Am Not a Human Being

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"I Am Not a Human Being." - Lil Wayne

Monday, 26 October 2026, 09:25 am

Album: I Am Not a Human Being

Track No: 04

I am not a human being
Uh, pussy for lunch
Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch
Yeah, kush in the blunts
I ride through your block, see a foot in the trunk
I don't know why they keep playin', they better re-plan
I'm givin' them the blues, Bobby "Blue" Bland
Together we stand and fall on y'all
Ballin' with my Bloods, call it B-ball
These dames ain't shit, Young Money is
I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers
Come through, coupe same color as veneers
And you know I'm ridin' with the toast, cheers
Yeah, now I'm back on my grizz
And y'alls a bunch of squares like a motherfuckin' grid
Shit, fuck with me and get hit
I finger-fuck the nina, make that bitch have kids
Just do it? My ****, I just did
Ain't a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch, dig
You dig? This here, this big biz
And I scream fuck it, whoever it is
I am the rhymin' oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin'
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not a human being
Uh, rockstar, baby
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw, baby
Rich **** lookin' at the cops all crazy
That's that mob shit, ****, Martin Scorsese
Heater close range 'cause people are strange
But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained
You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
I'm runnin' this shit, hunnid yard gain
Uh, swag on infinity
I'm killin' 'em, see the white flag from the enemy
Shoot you in your head and leave your dash full of memories
Father, forgive me for my brash delivery
I would try you, I wouldn't lie, dude
I must be sticky 'cause them bitches got they eyes glued
Young Money, baby, we the shit, like fly food
Y'all can't see us, like the bride's shoes
I stand tall like I'm motherfuckin' nine, two
I scream mother fuck you and whoever designed who
And if you think you hot, then obviously you were lied to
And we don't die, we multiply, and then we come divide you
I am the rhymin' oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin'
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not basic
That I am not basic
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not a human being
Reporting from another world
Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl
Bless got the weed rollin' thicker than a southern girl
Strong-arm rap like a **** did a hundred curls
Rockstar, biatch, check out how we rock
And if this ain't hip-hop, it must be knee-hop
I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop
I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop
Spittin' that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock
And my money on et cetera, three dots
Still get a stomachache every time I see cops
You better run, motherfucker, 'cause we not
You better run till your feet stop
You ain't even a fuckin' alphabet in my teapot
Colder than the skeet shop, holdin' on to the top
And even if I let go, I still won't D-rop
I am the rhymin' oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racin'
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not
I am not a human being

Writer(s): D. Carter, M. Diaz & D. Correa.

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