Lyrics:
changes for the better
I got that plaque you made signed by my idol
And I'm working 55 hours a week
There's just so much I could tell you
And I'll never get
Searching for Black Jesus, oh yeah
Sportin' jewels and shit, you know what I mean?
Straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt
Young Kadafi in this bitch,
on the low
I was out in L.A. walkin' 'round like the po'
Got a stick in the coat 'cause these niggas be on me
I love what I do, but this shit make you phony
Ugh, what up y'all?
Yeah (Soundtrakk, what's poppin', baby?)
Y'all ain't know
I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that First
killed her only son so when he said it she just nodded
And he told her that he got her
Grimy at its best
Like Tony had a cold you feel it slimy in his
[Too $hort]
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like ?
I be fuckin' hoes
I mean have a good week
When you sound asleep, I hope that evil shrink
Yeah, I can do bad by myself
By myself
Shawty your input never help
Never help
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got
It like that but peep
I be fuckin' hoes
empty thoughts before I sleep
My caliber by the calendar goin' by the weeks while you gettin' weak
Fake fucks back in high school bumping my shit just
joke let me humor you
If he's not a man he'll maneuver you
But I got the drive let me Uber you, aw
Bury these rappers like the zika virus
Just for that
And the time is quickly coming when He'll scoop you up
And carry you home
He'll carry you home
He's holding you now
Understanding is far away
To question why
I try and do right but I'm haunted by my wrongs
Homies dead and gone but I still carry on
So I put one in the air respect to all my G's
As my past
constructing the ark, whenever the chiefs of his people passed by him, they made a mockery of him
He said, If you mock us, so do we mock at you likewise for your
better than you by my side
Yeah then you give me hell for a smell, a high life on my breath
I say, come on, now you knew I'd be right here
I was up
haah
Look, for my brodie I spinned for a week
For your brodie you hid under sheets
So don't ever compare you to me
You don't know that revenge ain't
of the earth
Only you know what my love for you is worth
The river’s is wide, The river’s is wide, The river’s is wide
The river’s so wide
Carry me across
Carry
He'll never let you down
He's honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend
Who carries your burden, who
troubles here are many, deep as a well
Got me wonderin' about heaven, each day I live in hell
If you worry about heaven, if you're wonderin' 'bout hell
been dead about a week ago
And I might be dead in about a week or so
But I know you want take me right back down
I could have been dead about a week ago
let you know that side
I won't let you inside and I won't let you come by...
Vulnerable...
Vulnerable...
Vulnerable...
How come, how come, I can't get
terms snowflakes can’t stomach
Q gonna get em, put the trial on you
Gonna hang pencil neck but
The neck slip through (ahh)
Why do we get judged by
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
Guess he knew one day that we'll become us
That's just how it is when you live where we come from
Fight, don't run
Is the motto we live by
Get 'em
up past the door, yeah
Then weight like snowy blizzard
Come and topple your door, yeah
All along, that weight you carry
You didn't know you could let
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