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And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco

Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for

goin' on
Back and forth with niggas when it was goin' wrong, I'd never put that on song (never)
Drinkin' water, thoughts of gettin' rich, I think

This is a robbery, yo we stealing shit
Mad rich, that's what I get from this villain shit
Knock on your dome or let you kiss on the chrome
Give me

From the U S C, I shift ki's, a 120 plane rides
Multiplied by G's, 87.3 million in a matter of months

Big business and big dollars is all that I want
I

get scared by angels

I have no fear to fail because I'll get through it
To get me through my hell, I had to make music
And I wanted to do it different

Down South, baby
Young rich nigga shit, man
Wookie, hoe
ATL Jacob
King Pluto

All of my dogs kings, all of my dogs kings
All of my dogs kings,

Bulletproof
Alla da bitches that hit me up dimess
Ian got time to play witchuu
But ima sit back inna Hellcat juss Look at these stacks compared to You
Real rich

has hit my mailbox

And has not been stolen by my former houseguest who has my Spare keyring
A hundred to the house for their hospitality and $55 to my

Good Girls Go Bad

Game

The R.E.D. Album [f.y.e. Exclusive Bonus Track]

2011

Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen

Yeah, aye
Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody wanna get big, but nobody work for it
Everybody wannabe famous, even when you nameless
Y'all better

the day
Big Moonrock blow out your face
I'm down to the ground by high as a cloud
Create my own wave don't follow the crowd
Work like a slave but mama she

She used to fuck with lames
Now she got a big baller
That brain so good
She an AUB scholar
Rich boy
Still gon' hit a lick boy
Stick boy
I don't fuck

but lil' nigga a rider though" (rider though, damn)
Had a couple niggas on our hit list so we riding with .4
I don't give a fuck if it's Christmas I

couldn’t walk a mile in my big ass shoes
(cuse) niggas say my accent make them sick
Shit I say my accent made me rich
Put it in a couple of my billboard

happened is that elephant grew big as a bitch
And that motherfucker said, "Take a sniff, you the shit"
White girl with a fat ass and a rap game, I know I

It's a motherfuckin’ vibe right here, boy
Dead for real mm, yup, yup
Ha ha, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh ayy, ayy
Wow!

Tell 'em we rich now
Tell him

Real bosses we don't see yo shit
One song on god we rich
Gang member I'ma talk my shit
Big dog I don't walk no pits
I saw Stilo with a popular bitch

watch that nigga
No 6 pack unless its some smirnoff
Hit it missionary tryna rip my beard off
Bitch have wanna puppies with the big dog
Then its child

Yea nigga I'm hood rich
Fucking with that dog food yea I feel like I'm Mike Vic
Wanted to hit da block sell dog food to get rich
Scrambling for my

running up them racks
I been thinking bout you hardly
I beat beat beat
Then skeet
By the morning
Told bam buss the piece
We could eat
Now we all rich
Swear

Move, we don't lose
Second place ain't my groove
Play to win even if I played the fool
How could I break 'em, I made the rules
Got tools, big fish,

like Richie rich 
cll about big band dog
I stack it up quick
Got ur bitch all on me dog she a freak 
She riding my dick
I don't even gotta stunt dog
Cuz

like Ocean five
Shit its Ocean six I forgot one of the guys
Been tryna rich for some time but it's time
Up at Ruth Chris less she wanna do Thai
Few

Ultimate Satisfaction

Field Mob

Release Therapy

2006

snickers with no nuts no satisfaction.

I hustle and flow, mighta been by my cheese since I was knee high.
Weed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off