Mr. Carter

[Verse 1: Benny Boy]
Hey Mr. Carter, I know you don't know me
But ease up on the drugs, I don't want you to O.D
If not for me, do it for your daughter please
I don't want your last album to be The Carter 3
I'm already waiting on The Carter 4 now
These fake rappers trying to bite off of your style
Cause they hungry as hell they can't eat what you eat
They can't feed off of rappers or feed off of beats
864 verses and hooks
In 2007 had the whole world shook
You ain't even in your prime, and you're only 25?
I ain't even going to lie, best rapper alive
When you first started out, your name was Lil' Wayne
Then Wheezy F. Baby is what you became
You can change your name a hundred times in the game
But if I ever see you now, I'ma say

[Verse 2: Benny Boy]
Hey Mr. Carter, my real name is Abel
You showed rappers they could own their own record label
And if you ever struggled, You can't knock the hustle
He took the whole label from Russell
And no disrespect Mr. Simmons
He made money off the mic, just like Robin Givens
They checked out the blueprints, when he was coming out
He lived a hard knock life, they had a reasonable doubt
Def Jam rode behind him and that was that outcome
Volume 1 in my life, was the black album
Cause that year, B.I.G. was stiff in a Hearst
Cause the good die young, that's the gift and the curse
And there's so many other little things he's done
So throw up the dynasty til' kingdom come
And with all due respect, I ain't gonna call you Jay
Or H.O.V.A., I'ma say

[Verse 3: Benny Boy]
Hey Mr. Carter, you know who I am
I've been down for a minute, I'm your number 1 fan
I've played your music at parties to make the people jam
I've heard your music reached the U.S., all the way to France
Well I'll be damned, I told my friends you flow
And their friend's friend's friend's all labeled you dope
They said you spit sick, and your rhymes just cold
You need to see a doc, probably got strep throat
Just know, I listen every time you speaking
Cause you don't rap about all your fly jewels gleaming
You either have fun, or you speak true meanings
I know you don't drink, I'll never see you leaning
And no you don't smoke but your joints get blazed
I'm anticipating when you destroy this game
I'm pumped up without steroids to take
And I'm proud to say I represent the Boy Brigade
(Oh yeah I forgot to tell you who it was, ago bring it back)
Pardon me if it got a little hazy
I got caught up in the moment and it got a little crazy
Since the vision blurred up, let me be a little clearer
That whole third verse, I was rapping in the mirror
I ain't saying that I'm great, I'm just saying that it takes
Time, I'm just asking you to wait
Cause once that long awaited day, has finally taken place
Instead of Mr. Kelkay, just say