Lil Wayne – More to the Story (feat. Raekwon) Lyrics

More to the Story

Lil Wayne (feat. Raekwon)

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"More to the Story." - Lil Wayne (feat. Raekwon)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 10:46 am

Album: Tha Carter V (Deluxe)

Track No: 03

Oh, you ain't heard, him and dope man ain't cool no more?
'Cause dope man tried to charge him double for the usual, damn
You just don't hear good news no more
After I tell this story, I gotta kill who I told
Ok, his new package had came in
Had the whole house stankin'
Traphouse doorbell ringin'
Traphouse gettin' too famous
His traphouse poppin' all night
The porch lights should be strobe lights
That shit them police don't like
You know them pigs no good like pork rinds
Gotta go home to that whore wife
That don't ever wanna fuck, just start fights
And he just made a hard right at the wrong time
They pulled him over, if they only write him a ticket, he'll be alright
Yeah right, 'cause you know he fit the description of a black male that sell white
AK on the backseat
Trunk full of cocaieena
He stepped on the gas and got ghost on 'em
His bitch scream like she seen one
He said, "Shut up, while I speed up"
She said, "I think you lost 'em, now he think he lost 'em"
Now he lost his train of thought
The voice in his head said, "All aboard"
And he woke up, don't listen to that bitch, she coked up off of his stuff
And he know it's good
Where the popcorn? This story good
Call Hollywood
But anyway, let a **** get back to it
He get to the neighborhood and he zig zag through it
He didn't see the lights, but he still heard the sirens
Cut off all his lights and they drove right by him, woo
Chapter 2
Trap house just got cable
Stuntin' on the neighbors
The cable man with the feds though
A 4-year old was in bed though
He woke up when he heard the Glocks cocked
You wouldn't believe what happened ten seconds later
To be continued, dot, dot, dot
Ten seconds left, he gon' get it
Mag in his mouth, mean like a fitted
Caught him in the pool room, tool to his head
In the room and boom, they did it, wow
Face on the ground, Ace of Spade on the ground, run
Bullets they'll chase you around
Done listen to me, these **** ain't playin'
Yo, they'll lay somethin' down, feel it
One, he a Willy
Other **** live with a mili
Other **** ride hittin' phillies
Run through the hood, all good
Blowin' bills on grills, just chillin' up in New York City
One got witty
Took his mask off, he a dumbass, got him on vidi
Somebody yelled out, "Yo, that's Sal"
Blow, blow, caught her in the titty, huh
Four more shells went to his face like gazelles
Bloody, they laced him up well
****, stop shootin', get the loot, stop bullshittin'
Boy, you wildin', stop playin' yo self
This ain't good, now they fucked
Police barricade the door, then what?
Now we stuck, now this clown ass **** just fucked us all up
Eleven more shots, came to the door, it was the cops
Chain popped off, caught him in his top
Fell to the floor, damn, four year old
Shorty just looked up, said "They got you"
Damn, another **** dead
Another **** head licked, deaded
Copped out, what's this all about, kid?
Max out, shed, play the background, we's out (Gone)
There's always more to the story (To the story)
There's always more to the story
You ain't hear it from me (Hear it from me)
And what you hear don't repeat (Don't repeat)
Or disappear in your sleep
And you ain't hear this from me (This from me)
There's always more to the story (To the story)
And that's the moral to the story
**** listen to me (Listen to me)
Fuck what you hear in these streets (Yeah)
And if I hear you them people
You ain't hear it from me (From me)

Writer(s): Lil Wayne, Corey Woods, Marco Rodriguez, Ben Diehl & German.

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