Lupe Fiasco
Where the almighty know, well alright then I’m all mighty ho call me mighty joe quinn With josephine baker in the benz on them shiny toes Glass slipper n-ggas with your cinderella shins I’m a shark in the water You see my flippers and my fins The pool is my palace go and send them n-ggas in Rockstar, lets take the bentley for a swim I run the world take your hood to the gym Stretch it all out, get it all thin Back on my fat shit get it all again Rap on my back bitch, hip hop on my brim You think you’re high now Well thy style’s no higher than my eyebrows This should be a sin Cleanse, flow clear kinda like how air look Or like a cinderella pair look Or like cinderella barefoot No matter how many ankles of crews The moral of the story, you can’t fill my shoes Lupe
The Game]
Mass murderer and in the last verse from lupe, touche Ferrari drop top, but it came with a toupee N-ggas say they got cars like us, but do they? Rap phantoms, pack tannoms and strippers from Atlanta Ménage à trois let em f-ck, i watch, stay on My j-o, only when i’m punchin’ the clock, up On the block, everything mine, i stay on my grind Chasin’ dollar signs, bumpin’ nas, it’s halftime And i’m the g-a, money signs its easy n-gga, don’t Want shit for free but weezy n-gga Load the glock up cops pop up, you can go to iraq, take all the straps Come back and couldn’t stop us, aston with the Top jush, paint job, rock dust, hand with what i got In the trunk will get us all locked up, so f-ck n-ggas And i’m talkin’ from behind the trigga, now come Get a n-gga, cus i’m of n-ggas Hatin’ on me, you wastin’ your time N-gga wanna kill me? Then go and stand in that line Kill that shit, i ain’t tryna hear that shit
Gun cocking i know you hear that shit so n-gga Skate on, skate on Whatchu gon do? Skate on, skate on Lupe tell em n-gga Skate on, skate on Me and my n-ggas tryna stay on, skate on
The Game]
Usually wake up early like them philly n-ggas In the weed spot rolling kush a-r go get philly n-gga First smoke a not, we swimming it hard rock We push it out all spots ’till they get us up off blocks Straight for the bout Pots, then bag it in in banglocks Watch for the top cops cus we nourish our own crops Smoke it like blood clops, inside of the drug spot Will take em to van gundy, big man on the block Don’t worry bout my residentials or my credentials My flow will cocktail, through a def jam window That’s for shekyan, i’m the rapper n-ggas fear No need for craig mack to kick the flava in ya ear Keep the lambo in fifth gear, catch me on a sunny Day, paint drippin’ like Lil Weezy in baby tears King of la i think i made it clear Ain’t nobody outselling five It’s a Eminem or dre n shit Hatin’ on me, you wastin’ your time N-gga wanna kill me? Then go and stand in that line Kill that shit, i ain’t tryna hear that shit
Gun cocking I know you hear that shit So n-gga Skate on, skate on whatchu gon do? Skate on, skate on Lupe tell em n-gga S-s-skate on, skate on Me and my n-ggas tryna stay on, skate on
The Game]
Now i’ve been rappin’ for 9 years, 4 months 45, 46, 47 seconds, i was doctor dre’s weapon Had the option to stay and kept swerving Make some rookie mistakes but so did kyrie irving If fifty was Lebron on a bad night, or Floyd Mayweather When many packi out did his jab right, i f-cked a Bad bitch but that was last night, and i ain’t gon’ say No names but she was singing and her ass tight This year i’m gettin’ my cash right, 30 years old Let drake or soulja boy live fast life, who ever said The game wack, change that, ‘fore the thing claps N-ggas f-cked up rap, i bought the flame back Couple albums later, still the same cat, and my PO Only motherf-cker thinkin’ that i ain’t strapped Next time you doubt me, i’mma have my accountin’ down southny We can do this rap shit without me I’m out g, and if 2011 audi, twenty two parral leaf Oils up like the saudi’s, bout to pick new broad from the hote Yo pharrell, let em know |
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