See, everyone had a first safe: the obvious one. The rhymes about what you see—the Cadillac doors swinging up, the diamonds dancing under the strobes, the enemy’s blood on your Timberlands. That was Tha Carter . That paid the bills.
As the sun threatened to rise, painting the sky the color of a bruise, Dwayne Carter—Lil Wayne—got back in the car. He had a third safe to crack for the next album. LIL WAYNE- the carter 2
His only sanctuary was the back room of the studio on Tchoupitoulas Street—a cramped, soundproofed coffin with a cracked microphone that smelled like cheap gin and old smoke. That’s where the second safe lived. See, everyone had a first safe: the obvious one
Not a real safe. Not metal. This one was mental. the diamonds dancing under the strobes
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